@pydir - surprise!
❝ there's no communicating with you. ❞ her voice sounds incredulous as she sits on the edge of qínchè's desk, staring into the emotionless ruby gaze of the mechanical creature who can't be bother to answer with even a condescending caw. lilac hues narrow slowly as she watches mephisto tilt his head, almost challenging in the way he observes her. ❝ so where is qínchè? can you at least tell me that? ❞ she asks, knowing she's not going to get an answer either way. she was better off trying to ask the twins, but they were nowhere to be seen. and after a few moments of no response, gwen scoffs and slides off the edge of the desk to go looking through the massive house on her own. ❝ thanks for nothing—again, mephie. ❞