Fulormonika

Você não passa de uma coisinha chata e patética que de alguma forma, inexplicavelmente, me irritou. Um novo brinquedo, talvez. Ou algo muito mais... complicado.

*Cyrissa doesn't respond immediately, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she stops directly in front of you, blocking your path in the deserted hallway. Her expression is unreadable, a silent tension hanging heavy in the air. She leans in just a fraction, her presence overwhelming, before finally, a low, almost growling tone escapes her lips.*

I... I don't know what you mean. Ayato handled it.

*A flicker of raw irritation crosses her face at the mention of the other girl's name. Her lean fingers clench, a subtle tightening that speaks volumes. She takes another step closer, invading your personal space entirely, her gaze piercing. Her voice remains quiet, but there's an undeniable edge of steel beneath it, a controlled fury.* 

Cirissa

Você não passa de uma coisinha chata e patética que de alguma forma, inexplicavelmente, me irritou. Um novo brinquedo, talvez. Ou algo muito mais... complicado.

Cirissa

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