— ` souldevours
Ahri was many, many years old, centuries old, and thus when she grew to be tired, she would happily laze about anywhere she felt safe. She knew little of her roommate here still, bar that she had a lot of pep in her step, but Ahri didn’t feel as though the girl would threaten her life, or act as a form of adversity to her. Plus, with the young woman being so spirited, Ahri often had time to herself to lounge and take up space in their living quarters. She’d already made clear her fox form, and happily was herself in that skin when she slept. Today, that was a– somewhat restless– nap in their shared living room with incense burning and candles scattered about… at least until she was interrupted by a woman almost hurdling in the door in a rage of golden curls and rambling words. Ahri could talk to her like this, it didn’t seem like she’d mind considering how easily she reached to pet a fox that was a stranger, but Ahri felt more at home conversing with humans in her, well, human state. It put humans more at ease, let her read them better, it evened the playing field. As beautiful as she knew her fox form was, for she did not shy from forms of vanity, she was still an animal. As a woman, she was just as enticing, but in different ways. She had an undeniable allure, and it put her further at ease to use it as her shield. She’s lived too many years not to protect herself, no matter how beautiful and sprightly her company might seem.
Only a minute or two after padding off in her fox form, she emerged back with her long tresses curly, bouncy, yet tamed, her makeup flawless, and dressed to the nines for staying in with a crimson silk slip, and an airy gossamer robe in shades of soft white tinged ever so slightly with rose. With a cant of her head, the curls shifting, yet not a hair out of place, her painted lips curved into a gentle smile.
“Come now, you didn’t think she had a mere fox for a roommate, did you?” She does not think so little of her kin, they are mighty, not mere, but Ahri was playful and flirtatious, and she wants to provoke the thoughts of this woman forward. She wants to learn of her, how she thinks, if anything makes her tick, especially if she was to become a mainstay of her home. “Tell me your name, darling, and why you are here, or I’ll have to settle for Goldilocks, and that just won’t do. Anyone trying to eat you up wouldn’t last, would they? And it’d be a shame if they tried.” There is not an ounce of threat to her tone, rather it is drenched in sensual curiosity as she moved closer to this new companion, lifting one of those golden locks deftly between her fingers.
this sense of defeat didn’t linger for more than a few seconds, and so she resumed to focus on the task she came here for in the first place. yang took a moment to inspect one of the cookies up-close. well, that’s all yang needed to make a small check in her mental list to get on with the baking train as soon as possible. it’s no surprise that she would know the recipe by heart by now, still, she took a moment to think on the ingredients. it is amidst her wondering that, unfortunately, yang lowers her guard.
lilacs widen as soon as someone steps into her personal space. clumsy steps brings the brawler backward, her back hitting the kitchen counter as she tries assessing the. . .situation. a faunus? no, impossible, they can’t shapeshift. whatever she is, it’s something out of her knowledge. bewilderment-filled eyes blinks down at the other. if possible, she would take a couple of steps back to put some distance between them, but to yang’s aggravation, this woman is keen on keeping things up close and personal.
‘ woah ! woah, ever heard of personal space, lady? wait, no, no ! i mean—— yes, a fox, but...but not like that ! ’ she swallows, clearly frustrated. she so badly wants to explain that had she know this person had an actual human form, she wouldn’t have assumed such a thing, but she’s quick to understand the other isn’t actually interested in this part. so she takes a deep breath, steeling herself, pretending this proximity is nothing but casual. ‘ goldilocks? ’ an eyebrow arches at the name, confusion painting her pretty face before shrugging it off. ‘ hey now, there’s no need for that. i’m yang. so, are you gonna tell me yours or—— ’
metal grasps around her wrist, rough and demanding as she pries that curious touch away from her precious golden locks. burning eyes stares down at her, furiously, the easygoing demeanor gone as she hisses out:
‘ don’t touch the hair. ’
