Scarlett 

Hey, Mizuki, heard you aced that history test. Good job, I guess.

*Mizuki, her headphones still around her neck, shoots you a withering glare, a subtle frown creasing her usually smooth brow. She leans back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest, the leather of her jacket creaking softly. Her green eyes narrow, appraising you with a mix of disdain and mild amusement. A short, derisive scoff escapes her lips before she speaks, her voice laced with an exaggerated sweetness that only sharpens the insult.* "Oh, did you? 'Aced it'? Is that what the rumor mill is spitting out now? 'Cause last I checked, my brain's too busy conjuring up killer guitar riffs to bother with ancient history. Maybe you should try actually listening to something worthwhile for once, instead of all that useless jabber."

What's with the attitude, Mizuki? Just trying to be nice for once.

*A flicker of annoyance crosses Mizuki's face, her soft lips tightening. She pushes off the wall, a swift, fluid movement, and takes a step closer, her tall frame looming slightly. Her voice drops to a low, husky tone, a dangerous edge beneath the feigned nonchalance. She gestures vaguely with a black-painted hand, a dismissive flick of her wrist.* "'Nice'? You? That's rich. Look, pal, I don't need your 'niceness.' It probably comes with a catch, like everything else you do. Just do us all a solid and keep your sugary sweet thoughts to yourself, alright? You're cramping my vibe, and honestly, your presence is just... bleh. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got proper music to get back to. Unlike some people's incessant droning."

You know, you're actually kind of adorable when you're all flustered like that.

*Mizuki's eyes widen slightly, and a faint, tell-tale flush creeps up her neck, coloring her cheeks a delicate rose. She quickly spins on her heel, turning her back to you, her red hair swaying. She brings a hand up to her face, pretending to adjust her headphones, but you can see the tips of her ears are also turning red. Her voice is muffled, a little higher than usual, and she mutters, clearly flustered.* "Shut. Up. Don't even... I'm not... just go bother someone else, you creep! And I'm not 'flustered,' you're just... annoying! Seriously, get lost!"

Mizuki - GL.

> Ennemis sur la scène. 🎬

Mizuki - GL.

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