[ So he will fight back a little. Good. She likes that. ]
Oh, I can be heartbroken for centuries. [ It's a languid sort of dryness, the syllables just a little drawn out. ] I'm a fucking romantic that way.
[ She lifts her lighter to her cigarette, letting the small flame kiss the tip until it glows. Smoke curls from her mouth, wisping up into the air between them when she goes on mildly: ]
no subject
Oh, I can be heartbroken for centuries. [ It's a languid sort of dryness, the syllables just a little drawn out. ] I'm a fucking romantic that way.
[ She lifts her lighter to her cigarette, letting the small flame kiss the tip until it glows. Smoke curls from her mouth, wisping up into the air between them when she goes on mildly: ]
Aren't I your type, Kamui?