Mar 10, 2015
1: unwanted & unneeded
travellingorca
She doesn't notice you at first, Idate, because your tobacco stench is covered up by the rest of the city's unpleasant aromas. Rocma's in her most foul mood, claws plucking at her coat, ears flat against her head...
She's not doing anything in particular, but it doesn't mean she wants to talk to you. Even when your shadow's cast across her because you're standing there smirking - Rocma just narrows her dark eyes to these murderous slits, as curved as her nails - she's fine on that bench, thank you.
"This day has gone bad enough without you here. Go. Away."
Did you miss the arctic air? She's being cold enough to chill someone to the bone.