for @setria, continued from here.
Gwansun found herself to be quite short with those she began to interact with. Even more so now that she was spending her early morning at some auto repair shop to get her vehicle fixed. The designer had busted a tire from some miscellaneous pothole on the road, and without a spare car sitting in her garage, it left her stuck waiting around before she could truly start her day. With gently pursed lips, she tapped away on her phone with crossed legs as the different variations of a whirring sound filled the air. It was unlike her to not be so attentive to her surroundings but it became difficult in a place like this as metals crashed into each other and sparks flew into the air.
Tossing her hair past her shoulder, the muse stood up to receive her keys from the mechanic but before she could even reach for her own property she was met with a single word. Disgusting, she reiterated the term in her own head. A gentle scoff leaves her lips as her eyes briefly glance at the ground before meeting eyes with the man before her. “Is there anything else you want to tell me? That you hate my kind as well?” Oh, how powerful could they be if only their kind had just figured out how to get along. “I’m afraid the feelings mutual.”
"Do you usually take such things personally?" One eyebrow raised, and dark, dark eyes examining too casually to be anything but casual. He had the audacity to smirk. Among her scoff and still as she met those pretty eyes to his. "I guess so."
He lowered his arm shortly after she took her keys back. Somewhere, in the exchenge, his smirk fell and his eyebrow rested, although he kept his eyes lingering on the nonhuman before him. Or so she implied. It'll be a lie to say he wasn't curious.
As if curiosity did him any good.
He played coy. "Your kind?" He questioned, sarcastically. "You must be prideful, to think you're above everyone. Yes, I hate your kind, the snobby, wealthy brats who look down on everybody else." A small grin took up his lips, less amusing than the earlier smirk. "I wasn't calling you disgusting, Miss," He clarified and lifted the same hand he used to return her keys. He flipped his palm around to reveal a black greese stain on the back of his hand. "Disgusting."
