[ perhaps it would work better if her hand doesn't remain on her, but that is just the sort of woman she's always been; it's the kind of world she grew up in, and ultimately what shaped the naive girl, rose, into the zero she is now. she isn't coy about her desires, but that's simply because she isn't as sophisticated as woman should be, huh.
it's easy to forget that not everyone is from her world. they would know who she is based on her flower, and what she wants if she looks at them a certain way. intoners are bizarre like that, and they are desired for it. ]
It's Zero. [ strange name for a strange girl, one could say. zero places her good hand over hers-- her fingers curl around her palm, then deliberately move them back to aranea's thigh. she keeps her eye fixed on hers moving forward to whisper into her ear. ] Maybe I'll have better luck next time, hm?
[ because, in aranea's own words, tonight isn't it. by the time her hand releases hers, she'll have moved off the barstool, leaving the premises. ]
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it's easy to forget that not everyone is from her world. they would know who she is based on her flower, and what she wants if she looks at them a certain way. intoners are bizarre like that, and they are desired for it. ]
It's Zero. [ strange name for a strange girl, one could say. zero places her good hand over hers-- her fingers curl around her palm, then deliberately move them back to aranea's thigh. she keeps her eye fixed on hers moving forward to whisper into her ear. ] Maybe I'll have better luck next time, hm?
[ because, in aranea's own words, tonight isn't it. by the time her hand releases hers, she'll have moved off the barstool, leaving the premises. ]