❝❥❞—— The breeze was lovely, how different than it was from the inner workings of the city. Sure, the city could yield to quite the characters— it never allowed the true aspects of nature to seep into her own thoughts and self. A truly pitiful thing, she believed. Slow steps as she allowed the air to chill her face. (Was it a true chill..? After all, her body was considered colder than what was considered to be normal.)
A deep breath, letting the smell of the night’s clearness fill her lungs and almost gave her the sensation of being drunk. The shawl was closer to her form now, to give herself the appearance of someone who was normal. Then again..
What kind of normal person would be out here in the dead of night? Weren’t women at risk of getting taken advantage when without a travel escort?
He knew it was impolite to stare, but she looked stunning. Not like he was going to hit on her, she was older than him and he already is in a relationship. But he couldn’t help to look at her eyes, it was a strange color that he never saw anyone with.
❛—Are those contacts? I-I mean I never saw anyone with red eyes before.❞
❝❥❞—— It was such a common occurrence, for the young vampyre to be complimented on her eyes. Though, no matter how many times she could’ve been told they were lovely— she would always find herself flattered by their words. (Perhaps it had something to do with her own views on herself? The world will never know, now will it?)
What he had asked her first, now that was something that reminded Ukara a bit of Nina when she was this boy’s age. Not a bad thing, though; she was a curious woman, herself.
A giggle, “Well~, I could give you two different answers: do you want the honest one, or the socially acceptable one?”
That voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Turning to look at it’s owner, I spotted a female. My gaze fell on hers as I threw the bag with the loot over my shoulder. “…Who are you?”
❝❥❞—— ”..—?” Head cant. Did she do something—
Oh. Maybe introducing herself would be a good idea.. Her asking right away seemed to have gotten her a more.. defensive response. (And really, with how social she was— that was the last thing she wanted to do.) Time to straighten herself up now, rocking slighly on her heels in the process.
“Ukara Simonia.. Who’re you~?” Introductions weren’t such a horrid start, right?
This sculpture is called Miscarriage
"I’m not wearing that thing ever but I’ll keep it. I might make some good money out of it."
❝❥❞—— "—wearing what?" Oh, now you’ve gone and made her curious. A slight leaning to the side as she tries to see the object this man was referring to.
Also Joker you know how we were talking about people shipping a ship that hasn’t happened yet.
Might be worse than we thought——
Oh certainly! Whoever dares to say that she is saying some pop music should be decapitated or worse—be denied any sort of tea and cake! Spread the word!!
❝❥❞—— We should pick the second one, honestly. That way people won’t have to die and they have to live without cake or tea! That’s the best of both isn’t it~?
(At least in Ukara’s opinion.)