Her head tilts slightly to the side, but after a moment, she accepts the gesture and lightly shakes his hand.
โNameโs Yvette. Nice to meet you, Tristan.โ She offers a smile as well. The demon then glances around.
โI ... didnโt interrupt your work, did I?โ
"Most usually don't."
The demon glanced about her surroundings for a brief moment, a frown soon spreading onto her features.
"Huh, it seems as though I'm not in the right place..."
She kind of...just gave her a thumbs up, her way of saying yes. She slowly gets off the floor and sits back on her bed.
"I'm fine..I wasn't expecting that --"
She chuckled lightly.
"Hey โ calm down, kid! It's no big deal."
Carefully, she attempted to wipe away some paint that'd managed to land near her eyes. It smudged against her cheeks, but at least it wouldn't blind her.
"These clothes were old, anyway."
Sheโs standing on the balcony upstairs of the jazz club, peering down at everyone on Bourbon Street tonight.
โRowdy ... as usual.โ Takes a sip of her drink.
"Rehearsals โ that, and I've been hit with some sickness, so my voice has been kinda off lately." She pauses in her dancing to look at the other. "You play any music?"
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"You know, sometimes on weekends I play my own music."
"Hearing this band almost makes me wanna perform tonight."