#pulchritudinxus

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[ Her eyes gleam with intrigued expectation, a careful, dim twitch of lips pulling her physiognomy into something soft & svelte. She chirps with a dulcet, whispering voice & although she knows that Rufus is the epitome of trouble & untoward surprises, she’s willed to probe into it delicately ambitious. ]

    ❝ Then convince me otherwise. What arts and crafts did you do this time, hm? ❞

{ ✩☽ }

     His already fat smile only widened upon reading her words and he pulls out something from behind his back, a metallic, shiny yet hardly recognizable object that sort of really resembled a modernized pen with all the plates and wires around. He’s proud of it, like damn.

     “Take a wild guess, lady~”

     The young one gapes at the woman before her, intrigued by the way she looks. So elegant, so outwardly beautiful. Though, after a while, she realizes that the whole staring must be incredibly impolite so she turns away, feels as though she can hardly stop to watch the other.

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[ A faint tinge of annoyance lingers within her sharp tone & arms lace in front of her bust; lips popping in sweet-sour fuchsia. Is he seriously trying it again? And here she thought she’d seen the most, clingy type of men all before. ]

     ❝ Walk it off, Champ. You’ve tried it once. Things won’t get better on a second run. ❞

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     He blinked astonished and irritated all the same while his lips slowly began to form a pout. Oh heck man. What did he do this time to piss her off? -- Though, ‘pissed off’ didn’t seem to be the right term in this case. 

     “Wa-- Now what’s that supposed to mean, eh? I didn’t do anything!”

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     “Now you seem oddly familiar to me. Have we met?”