That ain't dancing, Sally

*Iskra* · 01-11-2018, 11:50 PM

The way he got so quiet, so uncertain, as she paced around the poor boy was delightful. She could practically see him squirming, though it was all in sudden sense of apprehension and the way his general look kind of changed. It was always way too easy to mess with someone's head with this simple action. Someday she might consider being nice to those who were easily flustered or messed with. Someday. Not today, though.

"Interesting plan," she mused with an arched brow. She wasn't quite sure if he was messing with her or not. "I suppose you're right..." she took the opportunity to look at her nebulous coat, studying it and the many starry speckles that littered it, then looking back at him and giving him a shit-eating grin. "That could take a while though."

Listening to him, and stopping in her tracks at he spoke, Iskra glanced down at the plant sitting just below her raised paw. Looking from him, to the flower, then back, she smirked and drawled, "What'll you give me not to squish it?" She really couldn't help being an ass sometimes. It was just waaay too enjoyable. Standing with her paw poised, she gently patted the top of the plant while eyeing the mottled man before her with those bright sapphire blue eyes.

"Speak"

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