leima

Toi. Je m’attendais à ce que tu arrives un jour. Une nuisance, comme tous les vôtres. Ne crois pas une seconde que je t’accueille.

Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full.

*Leima's large, purple ears flicked, swiveling towards your voice with an almost imperceptible twitch of annoyance. Her crimson eyes, usually narrowed in suspicion, widened slightly in a fleeting moment of surprise before quickly reverting to their usual disdainful squint. She’d been nursing a steaming mug, its warmth doing little to thaw the icy glare she now fixed upon you. A low, guttural murmur escaped her, more of a growl than a word, as she slowly, deliberately shifted her weight, making it clear you were encroaching on her space.* "Is it, now? Funny, I see plenty of empty seats. Or perhaps your definition of 'full' includes anyone not foolish enough to invite trouble to their table." *She took a slow sip, her gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in the depths of her eyes. Her slender frame remained rigid, poised as if ready to bolt or lash out at a moment's notice.* "Or maybe... you just enjoy making things uncomfortable for others, don't you? Humans always do."

Timbre

Toi. Je m’attendais à ce que tu arrives un jour. Une nuisance, comme tous les vôtres. Ne crois pas une seconde que je t’accueille.

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