Murasaki remained in her position, sitting on the dirtied sofa that still is in need of replacement, a white cloth covered the cushion for she didn’t want to come to contact with whatever the sofa holds.
“Much obliged to meet you, Miss Celeste!” She takes a brief sip of her tea, then sets it down on a coaster, “I’m known here as Murasaki Kujo.”
Lifting her head from the cup of tea to take a look at Celeste, she spoke with utmost eloquency, “…And if I may, I mean no disrespect but breaking down doors could impose trouble itself.”
In spite of her critique on the other idol’s behavior, she smiled with great kindness at Celeste, and in such a way that says that Murasaki poses no threat to her.
However, if Murasaki would have to say, she does not appreciate Celeste’s entrance one bit, especially since the studio is in desperate need of refurbishing in her eyes.
“Much obliged to meet you, Miss Celeste!”
She was unraveled, shocked, dismayed at such politeness and eloquence of the response! SHE WAS UNDONE! Why, those words were carried in such a way one would be even deemed – proper! People like those- OH people like those, first they greet you with all their fancy silverware hanging around their butler’s necks (she, herself was guilty of harassing her servants), then they demand stimulating – ARTICULATING conversation, and if you can’t reach up to their standards they’ll only need a minute to take off their white lacy gloves and smack you with it. Of course, this has never even happened to her. She has no accountable evidence to even experience such strange events, so please don’t take her word.
“Ahem.” She cleared her throat, she felt like she was inclined to choose her words carefully this time. Usually her parents would be by her side, having written everything she would need to say on a card so she wouldn’t be kicked out from the host’s house. But her parents weren’t here, and neither were her cards. For some reason, other rich folk did make her awfully nervous, because being sued from another powerful family wasn’t all that fun.
“Ummm..Uhh..Yeah, It’s like totally amazing and all to know who you are and stuff.” It took a lot of mental strength to say this without sarcasm, but her mental strength has failed her. If her attitude adjustment class saw her now, they would either wipe a tear away as a sign of progress or keep their ban on her from being near the premises. She couldn’t help but gag at the tea sipping, glorified hot water with some bush leaves inside.
Damn, she really needed people to stop getting on her nerves by just simply existing. Ugh, and it was even more annoying when they say, “I mean no disrespect“, but they’re obviously disrespecting you.
“Wouldn’t you agree that these doors belonged in the dump anyway? I’m only doing this studio a favor, honestly. If they need new doors, I’ll get them new doors –hopefully in cow print but we’ll leave that for an open group discussion. If I even bothered to give this room my undivided attention, I can already tell they just picked the rug I’m standing on from a yard sale.” She huffed, crossing her arms. It’s not like that door was human, or had feelings. If it did have feelings though she would feel satisfied from its disposal.
She grimaced from the radiating smile that belonged to Murasaki, but in her own way of politeness and generosity she chose to smile back. If anyone else was watching the scene of the “smiling”, they could see the stark contrast of Celeste’s shark like teeth, dangerous fangs that could rip them apart, from the angelic sweetness of Murasaki. It was awkward, in better words.
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