Of course not, [she huffs out her retort upon pulling her lips from his inner wrist.]

Meridian is littered with soft hearts that are desperate for cooperation. You tell them to "win at all costs," and they crumble before the thought of hurting others for their own ends.

[Is it possible for someone to sound like they look down on something while also not begrudging others for it? Rin likes soft people. They're easy to take advantage of. Rin sympathizes with soft people. They reflect pieces of herself she's not allowed to let bloom. Things and actions she wishes she could indulge in.

Goosebumps form on her skin as D's nails graze along her. A shuddering breath looses from her lips, but she cuts it short as he becomes more bold. Their closeness emphasizes the way he towers over her. Like a looming god carved from marble. Too tall, too beautiful, too immensely and unfathomably... sad? Gloomy, perhaps, but also something else. It intrigues her. Makes her want to peel him back layer by layer to understand. Reaching up she dares to touch him. Her own thumb tracing the bow-shaped outline of his lip.]

Don't make me climb.

[Though if he refuses to close the distance with dignity she may very well scale him like a tree. Don't test her.]