@kahosinĀ asked:
grabs her hair. yanks.
A moment of surprise, some papers slipping from her arms thanks to the sudden jolt. A snarl on her lips and her hand snapping at Lysandre's wrist with nails just biting deep into skin to make a point and not letting go.
" ... Lysandre. " Calm demeanor but eyes were pointed like daggers. No one touches her hair unless she wants them too. This was certainly not the mood, time or place. " That'll be 20,000 POKE. "














