( PROTOTYPE. )
leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be leave me be — LEAVE ME ALONE
’ What do you want, ‘ snarls the ALPHA WOLFas she stares down her sister, pushing away the technology with the slightest of eyerolls. A resentful expression crosses her maw as her form tenses ( how EMBARRASSING, to be put under so much anxiety by your younger sibling. ) turning away from the strawberry-blonde. She takes to the box, brow arching in distaste. What is this, a present? She snorts at the thought, truly! A cake would be malignant, a present falsified. This was probably… procured illegally, knowing the self-indulgent p r i n c e s s. Nose crinkles, and the valkyrie has the AUDACITY to press the woman away from her with a gentle shove. ’ I don’t want a damned selfie. No cake. No presents. I don’t even want you here. I don’t want to acknowledge this is my birthday. It’s Christmas Eve. I want to get this work done, change into something comfortable, and go to bed. That’s all I want. So don’t come here and think today’s the day to make fucking amends, got it? ‘
"So, what, you'd rather this be a lover's holiday? Naughty naughty, onee-chan!" neither form nor gaze nor voice falter at the rejection, why would they? instead, giggles spill sugar-coated and poison-laced from her cherry lips as the rectangle of light and plastic is tossed aside with a clatter.
"But seriously, you're such a grouch! I got this cake for you — payed good money for it, too! I mean, I admit, there was some blackmail involved, but I did pay for it. Not cheap, either, and this is how you thank me? And besides, you say 'amends' like I've got something to be sorry for. Yeah, right."
a single dainty finger pushes the box ever so slightly forward (teetering on the precipice of personal space) as the golden girl plants her elbows on wooden desktop. hell would freeze over before she would relinquish the one day that allowed her to get deeper under her sister's skin than any other.
"Just have one piece of cake, maybe you'll feel better! You're just not you when you're hungry." this last delivered in simpering pout, quickly slashed back into her trademark viper grin. such expressions would almost imply that the confection has been... tampered with? especially from enoshima, and especially to ikusaba. duplicity seems to hang thick in the air like a shroud.
















