The diamonds that ripple across the skin she’s just knocked into are her first clue that this is someone she knows, despite her original thought. Which is really, very confusing. Is it possible to change your colour here? Her mind, naturally, races with a million ridiculous thoughts - none of which is is concern over the teeth he snaps in her direction.
She’s far too distracted by the diamonds to worry about a little thing like that.
Anuya knows those diamonds - and she certainly knows that voice and the slanted smirk that accompanies it soon after. He shuffles to the side and she feels triumphant - but despite the fact that her mission was just accomplished, she doesn’t move.
Well, she doesn’t move away. She shifts her stance to better look at his face though her turquoise eyes are busy taking in his new colours, tracing them and trying to think of she can think of a name for all of them.
She’s still trying to figure out the particular shade along his back when she speaks and as a result her voice is a little distracted at first, but about halfway through her attention snaps back to his face. Like she just remembered that’s the polite thing to do. “Am I going senile or are you a completely different colour than last time?” And then, belatedly, his words sink and, though she’s grinning, those pale eyes narrow in mock affront. “And are you trying to say we aren’t buddies?”
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