carpalnality :
█║⋮ ⊰ 𝕭 ʀ ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ʏ. ⊱
Oh, she was a cute one. She had glistening creme kissing the color of her hair, smooth and silken, yet skin was deeper with a hint of ASH lining features, a slight ruggedness of times long past, of life’s STRUGGLES and her own methods of escape. Smoky surroundings and sickening booze slicking the throat destroyed one’s system, even if hardly apparent until later days, and how rightly it had shown upon him, sockets drooping despite being of bone and not flesh. Ridges lined his skeleton with a rough terrain, bones a landmark of his prior ventures of hopelessness. BRAVERY clung to him in brazen form, facing every RESET as though none of it bothered him, no matter how true the opposite was. She, however, still had that shred of innocence he did not; all humans did. They didn’t know of the calamity in time and space, and she, opposed to his scent of dust, bore a minor musk with undertones of roses and creme fraiche. Adorable.
“yep, the moon’s nice tonight. celestial bodies and all that— i never got to see ‘em much ‘til now.” Taking a drag, Papyrus’ gaze lingered upon her before lifting skyward, wisps escaping incisors at either side. “real pretty out. everything’s shinin’ bright. on nights like these, you really get to see the stars.” Languid gaze shifted for hers and a proud countenance graced his features, soft and kind, even if ridiculously lax.
“i’m seein’ plenty, and if you ask me, i’m lookin’ at one right now. twinkle, twinkle?” A laugh vibrating from deep in bones as he played around, not one to flirt so openly, yet judgment riddled with alcohol threw reason into the gutter. Filth was not necessarily on the mind, not visions of plush bodies beneath his own in frantic ecstasy, but of fondness. The innocence of others, a massive contrast to his own, even in their own state of CORRUPTION— it instilled an almost paternal and protective desire in the fire of his SOUL.
The sheer lack of human qualities didn't seem to bother her any. Wasn't there news some months ago about monsters coming up from underground? She could barely recall; though she did remember some small mention about it from Maeve. Having recollection of this (however slight), the fact that he seemed all bones and no skin bothered her even less. He was rather attractive in his own rights. Something about tall-standing, laid-back men always did get to her on some deeper level.
A soft giggle is quickly stifled by tightened lips, her expression threatening to tell of her hidden amusement. While she may be under the drinking age, she knew a buzzed attitude when she saw one. He did, after all, just emerge from the building that held a well-stocked bar, and she wouldn't blame him for dipping into the sauce. Though it did make his flirtatious attempts entertaining. Vanil finally allows a laugh to rid itself after a drawl of her burning cigarette, smoke clouding in front of her mouth as those bemused sounds left her.
"Well, aren't you a charmer?" she titters, "Can't say 'm used to this. Bein' approached outside of a club, I mean. I don't really come here ta flirt around, 'r anythin', just ta cool off an' get away from things, y'know?" Of course, she is conversing with who could very well be considered a stranger. (Maeve would have her head if she knew this was going on right about now; thankfully, like all good girls, she was tucked away in bed for the night.) "... Pff, but, yer not here ta listen t'me drone on an' on 'bout stupid stuff. Probably didn't even imagine you'd be havin' a conversation with anyone here."
