#niratias:karson.

the bar's got some action going on, but it's far from full. stelle is sitting right next to @niratias, but she might as well be miles away, looking like the human equivalent of a kicked puppy; squint hard enough and you'll see a pair of soft ears drooping somewhere in that grey mess of hair.

she's folded in on herself, narrow shoulders curving inward, arms splayed across the chipped wooden counter. pouting suits her best when she's like this, or maybe that's just the way her mouth naturally turns down when she's trying very hard to sit with her ‘big feelings’.

there's no food in front of her. no drink, not even a single napkin to pretend she ordered something. it's just her and that pitiful expression plastered on her face.

when tthat low note of polite concern reaches her, stelle turns her head and studies him from beneath her silver lashes like an unsure ( and bored, awfully bored ) half-feral thing. she doesn't bother straightening up either. . . too much work.