something slow and predatory unfurled behind her ribs as her tails swept against the earth's floor .
“ mm , you speak like someone who wasn't expecting company . ”
A moment passes in silence, before he finally brings his stare away from the scroll in his hands, and fixes it upon her instead.
"𝐀𝐧' 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞?"
she looks like instinct wearing a woman’s shape as rivulets of crimson slip downward from her claws in a slow , sinuous crawl .
“ i do ? ” a faux pout carves itself 'pon lotus - red tiers as golden gaze strays away .