Shut up
Send me a 'Shut up' for my muse to kiss yours.
Her vacant stare settled upon her diminutive comrade, the words issued as an order in her mind. Following through with such a task should prove to be quite inconsequential, as neither held an emotional attachment to the other. This superficial display would mean nothing, even if alarmingly intimate. Considering this as the focal point of her courage and forward attitude, she approached indifferently.
That confident, straight-spine saunter brought her before him and those overbearingly placid hues beat down upon the shorter warrior. "Are you ready?" She inquired out of respect for his own nerves and possible tension, as men seemed far more susceptible to their sexual appetite than women, though this analysis reached only as far as her own experience. Calloused tips of slender digits lifted the endearingly flippant boy's head, her own plush, full pink tiers presented in a neutral line as she lingered just a bit closer. Just before their liplock she exhaled shakily, hot breathe rolling over his own brims as she pushed her's to his.
The moment was fleeting, yielding no particular reaction from her. As she pulled away, she gave a halfhearted nod. Unsure of what next to say in wake of that display, she took her leave within the silence.