@amaritudc || starter call
Obvious frown was present on her pale features indicating that most likely there was something wrong, or that she was about to explode due to the obvious accumulation of rage. Tapping of her foot seemed incredibly loud as the room she was residing in was enveloped in silence. Even the smallest things appeared to be ticking her off. The sound the clock was making, the shuffling of papers, the breathing of others — and finally the sound that put her at edge.
Maybe he was one of the least annoying people she met. But that’s a maybe. She cannot simply exclude all other things that were so ever frustrating about him. However the sound that ticked her off this time was so silly if she was in right mindset she would most likely be embarrassed by now. Sipping of his tea. She slammed her hands against her desk and stood up abruptly.
“CAN YOU DRINK THIS CUP OF SHIT QUIETER?!” there she goes.
Most classes were over for today-- and as usual, Lucius found himself in the room of the student council. And as usual, he wasn’t alone. The kitsune was just as early as him, doing reports and other paperwork while waiting for the other members. He enjoyed this time greatly. It was peaceful, quiet, just the right atmosphere to have a cup of tea while looking over some filled out reports. His eyes scanned the papers for any errors, cold hands holding onto the warm beverage, as his sharp gaze jumped from one row of words to the other.
Kazumi was perfect as always, he couldn’t spot any mistakes. Her handwriting was so neat too, reading it was truly pleasing. The demon took a sip from his tea, then another, before the cup was placed onto the table again. His small actions were breaking the silence in the room without him even realizing. He was caught up with his thoughts to really pay attention to his surrounding. That is, until the female suddenly stood up and slammed her hands against the table. Liquid was put into motion by the table’s vibration, causing it to swap over the edge of porcelain.
As if in a trance, his gaze followed the droplets rolling down the cup, soaking the papers and causing the beautiful handwriting to appear all blurry and distorted. Her loud voice almost hurt his ears when he slowly returned to reality. Dull eyes glanced at the other who was sitting across from him, his expression remained calm as he watched Kazumi. That’s when Lucius came to realize-- there was nothing perfect about her. The handwriting looked pretty but only if it remained untouched. She was the same. The moment she opened her mouth, it distorted her graceful appearance.
Now that she managed to ruin his tea time and the joyful quiet, his mood was anything but great. Dark locks fell in front of his face as he turned his head to avert his gaze, a strong implication that he was ignoring her.