If she really paid attention she would notice the slight squint of blood red eyes as she showed off her sickeningly sweet outfit. He was no tailor and his taste in clothes may have been cleaner than most others but he was no fashionista like the girl twirling before him. Even so, hearing her insult his taste actually hit him somewhere soft and the Scythe was easily offended; doing his best not to bark at her for the stupid comment. He thought he dressed fine. Not like he cared much but after hearing her say that, he kind of cared a little.
"I…guess." It wasn’t something he searched for in a girl but it fit her quite well considering the cheerful attitude she expressed. It amplified the bounce in her tone and the animated movements in her swing. It was a little too much for Soul to handle, honestly. He already had to deal with someone that acted high and mighty on their ivory tower on a daily basis and he did not want to deal with any more Black*Stars, thanks very much.
“It’s a little too pink though, if you ask me.”
With each and every phrase, each and every word spoken, the
air between the two grew ( tense ). She could tell that her constant
belittlement and prodding fingers were pushing too many buttons too
hard. It was only a matter of time before the other male was ready to
burst. What kind of power would the other show, when the time to fight
arrived? For that question alone, Harime Nui was most interested in
receiving an answer.
That is of course, if the male could even put up a decent fight.
❝ For you-- it's definitely too pink, this wouldn't match you at all !! ❞
And that much was the truth, had Nui designed something for the male, she
would have constructed something to suit his tastes and personality,
❝ You'd look hideous in it! ❞
❝ It doesn't matter what kind perfect clothing you wear, if it doesn't
coordinate, it won't do you any justice!! ❞