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𝕬 wicked curiosity replaced her earlier teasing 。 She rested one hand against her hip, admiring the weapon with newfound appreciation 。
❛ A whip? How delightfully vicious。 I’d love to see what you’ve learned to do with it。 ❜
𝕿he sight of the whip caught Jeanne’s attention 。 She released Natsumi’s wrist, allowing her gaze to travel along the coiled weapon 。 An unconventional choice … but one capable of inflicting exquisite pain in skilled hands 。
As the wrist was caught, Natsumi blinked a bit as it was examined by the Dragon Witch.
Though, they couldn't help but chuckle at the comment made about them.
"I get that a lot~"
They don't.
"Though, swords aren't really my style most of the time. So I use a whip instead!"
𝕿he answer earned Scarlett no warning 。 Jeanne lunged at her, arms sweeping toward the redhead’s waist as she drove forward with enough force to send them both crashing down 。
❛ YOU LEFT ME WITH THE FUCKING BILL! ❜
( . . . )
𝕳er metal claw tapped against the operating table, once 。 Jeanne searched Fran’s face for any hint of another convenient omission 。
❛ And you’re certain nobody else can use what you put in him? ❜
𝕿he reassurance did little to soften Jeanne’s expression 。 Her fingertips lingered against the chimera’s armored neck, but her attention remained firmly on Fran 。 A forgotten teacup was no invitation to harvest her body 。
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ㅤㅤㅤSomewhat lost in thought, Fran hadn't imagined that such a simple action would cause a moment of tension right now. In Fran’s dubious view, she had simply done what had to be done, somehow. Right and wrong concepts didn't exist.
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( . . . )
❛ Borrowed? You can’t return what you’ve already put inside him, Doctor 。 The creature stays … but don’t ever take another sample from me without asking 。 ❜
( . . . )
𝕳er claws rested lightly against their pulse as she playfully manipulated their wrists 。 A wicked glint lit her gaze, her amusement unmistakable 。
❛ Such useful little hands … and so terribly easy to catch 。 ❜
𝕿he moment Natsumi withdrew their hand, Jeanne caught their wrist 。 Her other hand found the second, lifting both between them 。 She turned them gently from side to side, as though examining some curious new toy 。
"I've technically already crossed that bridge before, finding someone not worth saving. Granted, I did still put some effort into saving them as they still had a use for something I wasn't able to do on my own."
Essentially, if they're not worth it then Natsumi would find a use
( . . . )
𝕾he folded her arms instead, weighing the stranger’s conviction with an almost predatory amusement 。
❛ So you’ll throw your life away for people you like? What happens when one of them isn’t worth saving? ❜
𝕿he theatrical pose earned a long, incredulous stare 。 Jeanne’s attention settled upon the offered hand, but she left it hanging between them 。 Whatever Natsumi expected from her, a friendly handshake was not forthcoming 。
"What gets me into that trouble? Sometimes it's being in the wrong place at the wrong time, wanting to tackle something that's well over my weight class, the list goes on. And as to what keeps me going... There are a few reasons, one of them involves a Half Elf that I'm helping."
( . . . )
𝕬 furious burst of flame shot toward the doorway, scorching its frame as Scarlett escaped 。 Jeanne remained seated upon her newly claimed bed, positively seething 。
❛ EASY?! GET BACK HERE, YOU INSOLENT BITCH! ❜
𝕿he insult made Jeanne sit bolt upright 。 For one stunned instant, she stared after Scarlett, the sheets pooling around her waist 。 Then a fierce red glow kindled above her palm, bathing the pillows in angry light 。
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❝ 𝓞h, so you don't care in whose bed you end up .ᐣ
I didn't think you were such an 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏.
Well, keep it then. I'm going to ask at the reception desk for a new room. ❞
Not Scarlett leaving the room before getting burned to a crisp.
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( . . . )
𝕾he folded her arms, contemplating the peculiar stranger before her 。 Such persistence was almost admirable … or utterly insane 。
❛ What the hell keeps dragging you into danger, Natsumi? What makes it worth surviving? ❜
𝕿he sheer magnitude of that confession silenced Jeanne 。 Her mocking expression gave way to a searching stare 。 She studied Natsumi’s face, finding nothing that suggested exaggeration or some elaborate joke 。
"I've heard that line a few times, you have no idea... But, to answer your question... Honestly, I've lost count. But to put a label on it, I'd say a couple hundred times to say the least."
Natsumi was blunt about it, given the tone, they were serious about the rough estimate.