Some Look for Trouble

The silver-eyed girl offered her a grin, one she most certainly returned two-fold as words spilled from the white muzzle of her obstacle. “You’re far too small to be weighing as much as a leaf on top of it- what’s eating ya? Because you certainly aren’t eating much of anything.” Absinth replied coolly while her face fell into apathy, her eyes scanning over every pronounced rib and ghastly detail of the other girl. If it was rude- she didn’t realize.. Or care. It was a blunt observation and the kind Absinth did often. What was she going to say otherwise? You put carcasses to shame! Bravo! The girl’s tone denoted disinterest. But perhaps it is a feign to mask the anxiety of meeting a stranger that could probably do great harm to her pathetic frame. Well. She was lucky she’d met Absinth and not an even fouler soul.


Absinth let her words linger for a few moments, wondering if she should reassure her own disinterest in mauling or maiming to the other girl. “I don’t find pleasure in harming the weak- I believe in survival of the fittest, so don’t worry. You're safe enough- well. From me.” Absinth’s lips turned upward in a smirk. This girl was about a year or so younger than her, and just like she felt with Karaka- wasn’t there a bit of a game to be played here?

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