“Yeaa–… I really hate to be the one to break it to you, Blake, but you kinda do and as your friend, it’s my job to be honest about the fact that you scream dark and brooding vibes. It kinda pains me just how clueless you are, really.” Emerald’s arms folded over her chest, sighing out deeply as if a grave injustice was being done.
“I think the worst bit about it is that, somehow, it just rakes people in.” That ‘mysterious’ aesthetic worked wonders, apparently. Emerald may yet argue that it was far too dark and depressing though–
“Which is an insult to both my amazing dress sense and my charismatic demeanour.”
How did this woman have friends? Heck. from.
feline tonality had mean to signal the end to that particular train of thought, emerald’s observations as well as her emphasis on the word “ friend ” ticked blake off for reasons she couldn’t quite ascertain. she shrugged it off with a quick roll of her neck, a disingenuous, dramatic sigh. ‘ was that not coming across ? ’ acrid cadence, hostility under the smooth pitch of her voice, like honey drizzled over gravel. ‘ i guess i left my happy sunshine puppy persona back in my dorm. ’ therein lie the issue ; blake’s reactions only served to prove how right emerald was, original hesitance had come form being called out for such behaviour. if belladonna had been trying to act more friendly and approachable, she’d need to much more work in that department. a brief huff of amused laughter, possibly the most genuine reaction so far. ‘ can’t forget how humble you are. ’ ah, more sarcasm. @iruzurru.