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“ if you’re pretty, you’re pretty. ain’t much point pretendin’ otherwise. “
a shrug.
“ and yeah… maybe i ain’t seen you outside the arena like this before. “
a faint tilt of her head.
“ doesn’t mean i don’t notice you. “
ahah . . . i’m not used to such attention from you, mon ami. actually, i do not believe i thought you ever saw me outside of the arena, truly. perhaps it’s why i’m so flustered.
rigidity eases by a fraction. another sigh as she hovers the cup near her lips, the steam waking her up just a bit more.
“ good tea. ”
high praise, coming from her.
“ ‘ppreciate it. ”
there’s a pause before she reaches for the cup, gaze settling first on the slow curl of steam before finding catalyst again. fingers curl around warm ceramic, heat bleeding through worn palms — - familiar, grounding. +
“ I do , actually . “
offering the other a kind smile as she sets about preparing it . it would take some minutes to steep , but she’s passing the cup to anita .
the scent alone reaches somewhere further back than she cares to linger.
“ … can’t say i’m surprised you had it. ”
a quiet exhale ghosts over the rim before she finally takes a sip. shoulders don’t quite relax, but some of that persisting +
it takes her several long seconds to realize, but when she does, she’s lifting a hand to cover ajay’s face, pushing her back the slightest.
“ what’d i do this time … “