“Cute.” She stated. Truthfully, she had no idea what made a good joke.
One hand pushed silver hair off to one shoulder, and the other fished out her cellphone from a place one should never ask about. One thing was certain, it had to be slimy. “You don’t get service here anyway.”
From her pout, emerged a grin. “Don’t be glum, little miss~. You’d give me a stomach ache if I tried. I can’t digest concepts well.” Nid was mild in tone, but still very much disappointed. How cruel it was, that she was only a fraction of her former glory - in her prime, she’d have swallow the girl whole, easy. Wistful, a sigh drew slowly from her, her breast rising and then falling. Such was life. If she couldn’t eat, she’d do her next favorite thing: hear herself talk.
So, she made herself comfortable, shifting in her seat and leaning backward, crossing her legs. The one that dangled, she drew little circles with her foot. All in all, far too lax given the fact that she was now, essentially, an intruder.
“Sooo, how is your day~?”
What kind of audacity is this? To pardon her on an apology she never gave--Ai would huff if she were the type. Banish her if she had the power (and she suspects she does not, for having this...thing here is throwing all her senses off. The world feels unbalanced and wrong.)
A concept, though...Ai as a concept? Poetic, almost.
It was still rude, though.
“We’ll see.” We’ll see. Because up until how it has been average, but maybe now it will be worse. Interesting but worse, “Not planning on leaving?” Please leave. Now.
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