excitement’s the curl at the corner of her lips, the tie that keeps them shut as she saunters about the room towards her goal, far more reminiscent of an ekans winding back, preparing to strike. its in her seemingly casual tone, baring the faintest of tremors, almost as though purposely set on persuading their target in believing the opposite. it’s all filled with a sort of energy that goes beyond her usual persona. any sense of lightness (any playfulness) is shoved aside for it.
excitement’s the way she leaves others’ jaws dropping with a few choice words. it’s in each and every purposeful step. it’s the bubbling beneath the surface as she smirks to herself as she hides from everyone else, as she folds one leg over the other. her arms follow the same mannerisms with the utmost confidence in her actions as she holds back her words because they would only spoil any and all of the above.