“Wrong again.”
One of Corneo’s new girls, probably. She didn’t know the ropes yet, by the look of things.
“You’re following me,” Tseng said, and it wasn’t a question.
“Following - ” An incredulous laugh, her brows lift, “-sounds so harsh and unattractive”
She slants her gaze. Her expression is one of amusement, ” I was simply studying you.”
//work dat up do
I’m not Veld.
When he does turn- a feeling of reverie washes over him. His jaw lifts when he does turn it to look over her visage, and then once over her. Something was off about her. There was an aura he scarcely came into contact with, but there was a hint of familiarity in it. If only he were able to put his finger upon it.
“—My manners are aplenty. Skulking about uninvited, however, has a tendency to dispose of any set aside for the person in question. Who are you?”
Arms abandoned at her side, she straightens her posture. Shoulders ascending, fingers parting - she holds out her arms gesturing to nowhere in particular.
“I am whoever you want me to be. Names hold little meaning -” She muses with widened eyes, ” - Faces however, are unforgettable. Words cannot rival action. As to who or what I am?”
She was drawn by his nonhuman existence, ” There are no words I see fit to describe who I am.”
Her features fall stern, nostrils twitching at the many differences of this man she senses.
“Has my presence failed at expressing my nature - who am I?”
She is a being of action and character. Titles - names - are too heavy.
Mistaken be one if they were to presume Kuja was a man who tolerated skulking about done by none but himself. Sneaking was tasteless when he himself would not bring about conflict lest he be provoked. Nonetheless, it seemed routine for many of Cosmos’ cohorts to pass by right under his nose- An action he found insulting if any, really. With an air of annoyance does he call out, voice frigid in it’s monotone.
“I’ve no patience for wandering pests. Show yourself- or face the consequences.”
A laughed riddled with insincerity - she steps from dappled shadows. A whimsical stride, she shrugs her shoulders bearing an intrepid smile, “My intent was not to wear your patience.”
Great amusement swells her chest, a breathier chuckle - gasp like. She grazes her bottom lip with her nail.
“Such a vice - ill patience. As for these consequences -” She cants her head, visage darkening,an incredulous lift of her brows, ” - how unnecessary. Have you no manners?”
This stranger piques her interest.
“You did not.”
“I so did. Do something about it.”
“That’s Dante’s pizza. And it’s about a week old. Have fun.”
-judges you and vomits all over your nice coat-
