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     âHey, miss? Are you lost? Would you like me to help you out? Itâs not right for a beautiful woman such as yourself to be wandering the streets at night, right?â He walked right up to her, one hand in his pocket, the other outstretched in the hopes that sheâd take his hand and let him lead the way.
     âNameâs Chikage Rokujou, but most of the ladies around here just call me Rocchi, you can call me whatever you like.â He winked, glancing around to make sure no one was lurking - who knew what sort of creatures were here. Rocchi sure didnât, he just arrived today, after all.
Iâm so sorry, Rocchi. You picked a really terrible target this evening.
... She was pretty sure that - in all her sixteen years upon this Earth - she had met very few people quite so unapologetically skeezy. Yeugh.
She blanked his hand completely, and simply glared at him with equal parts disgust, disbelief, and suspicion, brows slightly creased as if to increase the sheer incredulity on her face. Her glares were daggers sharpened and perfected over something like a decade; if looks could kill, Dagnyâs death rates would likely surpass Leilâs own.
â... Donât count as night when itâs still light out,â she deadpanned, before shifting to cross her arms across her chest, curling defensively inward slightly, though her glare only deepened in hostility. And the sun was still out, though the sky was pinkening as sundown began; it was likely a good thing that this conversation was happening now, and not ten minutes later; Leil might have had less to say on the matter, though her contribution to the topic would have been bloody, brutal, and certainly unforgettable (if not exactly valued).
ââSides, where do you get off beinâ a pompous twat like that? No need to be an arsehole âbout peopleâs looks, neither - it ainât fucking right, youâre no spring fucking chicken yourself. Dick. Sure as hell I donât need defendinâ on these streets. You might, though.â She snorted, though the look of contempt remained; everything about her radiated defensive hostility, though her eyes did keep flickering to the sun above her, as it started to edge closer to the horizon.
