[ A 'what the fuck' at the implication he wouldn't nearly leaves her mouth, but Lottie's a bit too winded from the sudden change in trajectory to even manage it. All that leaves her lips is a weird, angry, little sound when she realizes his hands are on her and he's.. ]
Oh, ha ha.. I get it! You learned some new magic. Congrats..
[ Her confidence in the statement manages to waver the slightest bit β not through her tone, but from the uneasy way her shoulders tense, how she recoils back to angle herself closer towards him. He's always seemed like the #humble type, so why flex now? Or flex so.. Hm, menacingly like? No, menacing, why do it so menacingly, she frets.
The vibes are rather rancid in this hall, even with the chill and the warmth of someone else beside her, and it has everything to do with the ever silent, strangely foreboding, Mamoru shifting from mirror to mirror.
Like he isn't really walking, simply sliding from glass pane to glass pane with an ease that looks supernatural. Like he's not in a rush to be at pace with them, like he doesn't have to be. And there's something like a smile that teeters on his lips, head angled in their (her?) direction β but the reflection eases his way to a crawl, then a stop, close enough to make her acutely aware of how scary Mamoru can be when he isn't humoring her. Far enough to where she feels safe enough to say: ]
Now quit it. [ But her voice manages to wobble, ] He's making me uncomfortable..
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Oh, ha ha.. I get it! You learned some new magic. Congrats..
[ Her confidence in the statement manages to waver the slightest bit β not through her tone, but from the uneasy way her shoulders tense, how she recoils back to angle herself closer towards him. He's always seemed like the #humble type, so why flex now? Or flex so.. Hm, menacingly like? No, menacing, why do it so menacingly, she frets.
The vibes are rather rancid in this hall, even with the chill and the warmth of someone else beside her, and it has everything to do with the ever silent, strangely foreboding, Mamoru shifting from mirror to mirror.
Like he isn't really walking, simply sliding from glass pane to glass pane with an ease that looks supernatural. Like he's not in a rush to be at pace with them, like he doesn't have to be. And there's something like a smile that teeters on his lips, head angled in their (her?) direction β but the reflection eases his way to a crawl, then a stop, close enough to make her acutely aware of how scary Mamoru can be when he isn't humoring her. Far enough to where she feels safe enough to say: ]
Now quit it. [ But her voice manages to wobble, ] He's making me uncomfortable..