the seats looked to be highly uncomfortable, she thus entertains the thought of disregarding his offer. that, however, could be constructed as disrespectful gesture, no matter how much the ingrained SeeD instincts screamed otherwise … she takes the seat, back straight, palms flattened on her lap.
“…”
a brief but questioning glance is turned towards president loire before she drops it, shaking her head. [ coffee breath ?? uh huh. ]
“CONTINUE?”
NOT EXACTLY a warm one, is she? he doesn’t take her clipped manner personally — seldom ever does, really — but he has to wonder if he’s done something to arouse her ire. hardly the first time someone knew they didn’t care for his company within the initial five minutes. he hums off-tune a second, gaze tilting for the terminal. fruitless.
❛ ——okay! so, what do you say to a man-eating
plant that just got its driving licence? ❜
