"Are you sure? That's an unhealthy habit, Chris. I'll always lend an ear if you need me to, you know. There's no shame in itโyou're free to ask me anytime."
Bursts in, several tote bags full of new clothes handing from each of her arms.
Bargain hunt successful!
"I hope Shirabe and Kirika like some of these... I tried to match their styles as best as I could from memory."
|| I'm around (lurking in the shadows), and uhh quick interest update: I've been getting into Guilty Gear! And I like it! It's fun!!
This will translate into muse somehow (just trust the process)
"Hm? Oh, no, you don't actually have to buy anything for me...!" Maria waves her hands in front of her as if to dissuade any ideas to the contrary.
It's not as if she wouldn't like it if she bought her a coffee... but she's not going to come out and say that.
"Keep that +
"I think that would be lovely, Maria."
Not a single ounce of trickery in her voice, simply what sounded more like relief, or perhaps joy at having someone who can lead the way for her.
"And fear not, I do have money if you need it. I'm hardly the type to leave home without-
- words of her chant.
She doesn't even need to think of them. They flood from her lips like it's second nature.
"๐๐ฆ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ง๐ง๐ช๐ฏ โโโ ..."
The air grows thin. In seconds, a suffocating atmosphere engulfs her as the shadow of the man before her lengthens.
The sight of his silhouette against the light radiating from behind him is like staring into an eclipse.
She has to avert her eyes.
If she stares long enough, +
โโ
โโ
His presence grew suffocating as he slowly turned to face them, golden radiance shining to reveal the disgust etched across his expression.
Soon would that same golden light begin to shine brighter, gates manifesting behind his form.
โโ
โโ
- from, it doesn't change her next course of action.
And really, there's only one thing she can do in this situation anyway. It isn't even a question.
If he attacks, there's really only one way to defend herself. As if to preempt that inevitability, she begins to mouth the +
- someone you've only just locked eyes with on the street? What are you, some kind of armored delinquent?!"
She shakes her head...
"Someone like you," and jabs a finger at him furiously. "...Ought to seriously readjust their attitude!"
"Crimes...?" Maria murmurs. She thinks to retort but stops just short of mouthing the words.
She pauses as the air between them grows subtly colder.
She should probably stop here, right? Nothing good can come from riling up someone so quick to jump to threats.
...And yet, +
- something about being called a 'mongrel' just ticks her off to no end. Any other insult she might've been able to walk away from, but that?
She can't let that stand.
Crossing her arms, she stares daggers at the man in gold.
"Frightening, aren't we? Honestly; threatening +