the brush of her hand doesn’t really draw her attention, but the man sitting down across from her certainly down. “hey!” that’s her only response to the stolen fry, dark brows pulling together at him. ready to put up some sort of argument before he speaks again, and her lips press open in something like shock. “ what? witch? what are you talking about? ” alright, so he called her out pretty easily. her nose wrinkles a little at him, head shaking at the notion of vampire fangs. her voice lowers, leaning across the table to guard her fries more. “ who are you and what do you want? ”
❝ oh did i not introduce myself? ❞ a dramatic gesture as he firmly presses his hand against his chest and allows his and allows his cocky smirk to crawl over his features. ❝ hi, i’mkai. ❞ the rhyme adds more to his almost childish tone. ❝ you have magic, ilike magic. ❞ it’s not a lie, but if he just wanted her magic, he would have taken it. ( that’s for later. ) ❝ lastwitchi met was kind of a grump, though. plus, hey, i’m super bored. so i propose you hang out with me--and give me your fries--and i won’t suck you dry of your magic. ❞