﹝ Curly things? Where were you taught etiquette, the streets? ﹞
The second she heard someone address her like that, she turned to eye the speaker deadpan. It wasn’t the first time around that someone had referred to Celestia’s curls in such a manner, and it certainly wasn’t the last, but it infuriated her every time. It bewildered her how anyone could somehow not see the beauty in the long, black twin curls. Especially set off by the bows on her head, she saw them as the true beauty ideal. Plus, how could he call her that when his hair looked as if he cut it himself?
﹝ My apologies, but “what’s the deal, anyway,” isn’t a very informal question. I am unsure how to answer to such cryptic, unintelligent ways of addressing someone. ﹞
Kuzuryuu had been talking to this girl for -- he looks at his watch -- less than a minute, and she already pissed him off. Sure, it could be argued that everyone pissed him off in due time. He’d admit it. But -- who even was this chick, who could fire back something like that so fast? He knew he hit a nerve mentioning her hair, but her gaze made it seem as if she wasn’t just lightly offended. What was he supposed to call them but curly things, anyway?
“ Oh jeez, you’re real fuckin’ funny, huh? I can’t tell if you’ve got a stick or a dictionary up your ass...regardless...you could at least answer the damn question! ”
