“...At least the teacher has some sense of respect.”

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“...At least the teacher has some sense of respect.”
❛ You never know when to give up , do you ? ❜
@sacraduality is seccii and didn’t ask for this
presents her with a rather beautiful, yet grotesque looking flower in a pot. one that is dark red in color but upon closer inspection, one could see sharp teeth growing from the petals -
Despite the icy exterior exuded from a stoic demeanor, the girl held a fondness for flowers; for soft things, for warm things. She held within her a desire for those things. There wasn't much of a reaction given when presented with the object (only the faint look of recognition in her eyes, if you paid close attention) and the way her delicate hands would reach out to take ahold of it seem more like an automated response rather than anything else. Carefully then, the pot is held between her hands. A beat, and silence, gaze dropping down to the flower, though upon closer inspection of the bloom...
That is... That's— Teeth...?! It's shocking enough for her to go rigid for a second — just a second — before relaxing back into her usual form, a bemused sort of sigh leaving her. Could you call this yet another odd yet fascinating thing of nature? Or was it something else, something man-made and artificial? Hakuno doesn't dwell on that, simply admiring the soft crimson petals, and how it contrasted with the sharp teeth growing from it.
❝ What an odd-looking flower. Hm. It's— weirdly cool though. ❞ Maybe a reaction a tad too lackluster for such a unique thing! This was just how Hakuno Kishinami was, however. Curious eyes still remain fixated on the object. In fact, even holding it up closer to further inspect the plant. While it's hard to discern the sort of emotion she has, it certainly isn't the disgust that most people would've likely reacted with. A soft hum follows, barely audible, and she speaks again. ❝ If you're handing it over to me like this... Would it be safe for me to consider it a gift? ❞ Gaze still directed downwards, it's a curious thing how her tone goes... lighter at the second half of her words. What a presumptuous thought to make, really. Hazel eyes would then peer up at the other— hopeful.
unprompted, always accepting!
@sacraduality // one liner (dgm-biased) call
“Give me one reason not to rip your face off! ♥”
@sacraduality said (inbox):
well, aren’t you impressive.
❝YOU ARE NOT HALF bad either, whoever you are.❞ Ozymandias was always pleased to have another notice his presence, his looks most importantly. Hmm...but his present company...there was something about them that felt 'off', but he could not quite place what that was. The flow of their mana was certainly different from what he was used to, and with but a glance, he could tell they powerful. ❝How appealing.❞
when are you going to give me a kiss. ♥️✨
hmmmm . . . desperate aren’t you .
( † ) @sacraduality
Those scars on his forehead were certainly alluring, if only because they looked like crosses and reminded her of someone she once met. Though she knows she shouldn’t stare too hard, she can’t help but ask the man what they were from or for. How invasive.
❛ What’s the crosses for? ❜
@sacraduality tyki vc: WHAT . . .
“You kill a human because humans are shit and deserve it. But why throw trash on the ground? So an innocent animal can choke on it? What’d the animal do to you, huh? Nothing.”