Summer's Rest

Attentive eyes watched the male as a smirk twitched his black lips back further and further, bordering an outright grin. Disinterest subtly reflected in them, as she waited for the answers to her questions. Eyes flicking up and down his form again when he denied being a brute, less of a once over, more in annoyed point-making. But her sour demeanor melted away, into indifference once again, and a hint of a returning smirk tugged on her charcoal lips. It was surprisingly soft, compared to the rest of her actions, but quickly hardened again. Shifting into a mischievous smirk, her tail tip flicked, as her smile dropped. Raising her head, she looked down her snout at him.


"Aristé, Bellatorum." She replied, just as shortly as the last time. Rolling her shoulders, she lowered her head, to see his reaction. She had seemed to flick between many different "emotions" very quickly, from disgust to haughtiness, and she was curious as to how he would react. She wouldn't call it a show, mostly... mimicking. And the way she did it made her seem like she was putting on a play, or bipolar. Acting as though she had emotions, and swung wildly through them, unable to stick to one for this 'Grimmjow'. She didn't know him yet, and didn't know what kind of mask she should put up.  He didn't seem to important, at least not to her. He was no Alpha, he didn't have the distinct, strong scent and dominant attitude for it. He seemed as laidback and 'playful' as her, although she wasn't inclined to trust only looks. And she definitely didn't trust his handsome mug.


"What's a brute like you doing out here?" She finally drawled easily, a slow blink to match her once again indifferent and uncaring attitude.  Leaving the question hanging in the air, her ear twitched as she shifted uncomfortably, sun beginning to overheat her fur. It was greeted by a cool, welcome breeze, but it wasn't enough to put her thick black coat at ease. A blessing for a curse, at least she never got cold during winter. Flicking her tail again, she plopped down in his seat, watching him with burning intensity. Scratching her scruff with her hind leg, she daringly watched every movement of his. She was in a vulnerable position that would make it easy to attack her, and she just wanted to see if he had any interest in pouncing.