❛ guess we’a all different. ❜
hostility didn’t provide any coherence to him unless a weapon was involved, so just like that, her words are discarded without much heed. had she taken offense over his words would provide amusement, as kenneth only saw error in her approach instead of his own. stern hues remain with their neutral acidity, almost sleepy in their wake — he was tired, much was left unsaid, & he wasn’t smiling today. surprise remains in its solitude at her next set of words, with only a sigh granted afterwards. that, to him, was an approach without error.
❛ hm — kenneth. fist cohort.
son of apollo … anythin’ else ?? ❜
with that issue now paved over, an APPROVING look paints itself over delicate features
( she can at least appreciate the effort to be civil ) & she nods, lips pulling back into a
small smile. first impressions were CRUCIAL ; that much had been drilled into her head
at a young age -- yet she had always been a firm believer that they were nothing to base
a person off of. easier said than done of course, but worth it in the long run.
❛ i was thinking about making some sort of generic comment about meeting a
roman but --- i’d imagine you’re sick of hearing it by this point. so, i’ll be
nice & pose another question ;; how long’re you here for ? ❜
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