11-09-2024, 02:15 PM
FAZIA
There’s an undeniable flush of satisfaction when Fazia’s trap produces a result. It doesn’t matter if someone would have come over to her anyway - she happily rejoices in the boost that her pride receives at a successful venture. Finally something to break the monotony. She’s working on schooling her features into a sad, pained smile rather than the self-satisfied smirk that desperately wants to be shown when he speaks.
And then Fazia is so surprised by his question that she forgets that she was feigning an injury at all. She straightens herself up, tilting her skull and the hints of face around it, as though another angle might give her a better read on this purple stranger.
A handful of answers flash through her mind - most of them sarcastic, not a small amount are just flat out rude.
She settles on something a little less blunt and feels uncomfortable with the idea of how maybe the tables have turned and now she is the one biting at a piece of bait.
“How would I know?”
And then Fazia is so surprised by his question that she forgets that she was feigning an injury at all. She straightens herself up, tilting her skull and the hints of face around it, as though another angle might give her a better read on this purple stranger.
A handful of answers flash through her mind - most of them sarcastic, not a small amount are just flat out rude.
She settles on something a little less blunt and feels uncomfortable with the idea of how maybe the tables have turned and now she is the one biting at a piece of bait.
“How would I know?”
@sleaze