[ Amused, she ruffles his hair, but her attention goes back to the woman. Contemplative of what to say. She's not as impossible as Majima when it comes to putting things into words, but she is also keenly aware that there's too much to explain. The dead man pawing at her skirts, Majima's fractured psyche and lost eye, the snake that's feeding off their soul, all the other players in this situation.
So she nudges him off of her and goes to Andy, red lips quirked. She drapes her arms over her shoulders, the gold jewelry Goromi wears clinks and rattles. She wears some glittery body oil that makes her white snakeskin gleam, the scent pleasant and fruity and intermixed with the scent of her cigarettes. ]
It's nice t'see ya, Andy. I'm sure a gentleman like him couldn'tve picked a nicer gal.
[ The sweetest possible way of saying they're all as feral as each other and that she's here for it. ]
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[ Amused, she ruffles his hair, but her attention goes back to the woman. Contemplative of what to say. She's not as impossible as Majima when it comes to putting things into words, but she is also keenly aware that there's too much to explain. The dead man pawing at her skirts, Majima's fractured psyche and lost eye, the snake that's feeding off their soul, all the other players in this situation.
So she nudges him off of her and goes to Andy, red lips quirked. She drapes her arms over her shoulders, the gold jewelry Goromi wears clinks and rattles. She wears some glittery body oil that makes her white snakeskin gleam, the scent pleasant and fruity and intermixed with the scent of her cigarettes. ]
It's nice t'see ya, Andy. I'm sure a gentleman like him couldn'tve picked a nicer gal.
[ The sweetest possible way of saying they're all as feral as each other and that she's here for it. ]