Emilou glares at the man in the long white coat.
His glasses are stupid. His hair is stupid. Everything about this man is so stupid and disgusting and she can't stand it. It's incensing her to see him again.
"Fuck off." She spits. "You're not welcome here."
She can't get her hackles to lower, and while she wants to leave, the preyself in her heart doesn't have the strength or stamina to assuage the pride of her predator mind. The last encounter they had ended in pain...but she can't stop.
She slightly flicks her head to the side, using her horn to point out a grove of the quartz crystal trees that grace the beauty of the desert.
"Go find a broken crystal. SIT ON IT AND SPIN.!"
//welp can't say this wasn't to be expected. XD
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“ AH ! ANOTHER FRACCIÓN , gracing my presence this evening ! . . . Wonderful . ” He answers her with a smile twisting his thin lips . Legs crossed , languid in his stance . Quilge sat perched on his ivory chair , enjoying the hatred that consumed the Arrancar . The very same hatred he knew he had caused . And corpses ------ he rested his sharp heels above the strewn corpses . Some , the torn bodies of those Arrancar who resisted . Others , remains of his own men . Who knows how they died . At the hands of their captain , or torn apart by their enemies . Maybe both . “ I’m surprised, really ! I was starting to think I’d hunted down every last one of you . Heh .
As you can see , I had a rather busy day . ” A gentle sway of his leg , casually . “ I’m quite comfortable where I am . ”
