Ghost in the machine

Calliope would like to think herself some sort of "terrifying" predator, but she's still young and needs practice. She isn't quite sure how she feels about females though. When she's around boys, it's easy to bully them, pick at them, kick them when they're down. But girls? Man, they're a different sort of monster. It almost feels like "girl code" ya know? Like don't fuck with your own? But also like... they're so... pretty and fragile? How could she beat up a girl when they might cry? Fuck, she couldn't handle crying.

Compliments aren't easy either and she shrugs at it. A thanks wouldn't have been hard, but it's Calliope so ya, it is actually. "Sure there's better places to be hangin' out," she comments, her own gaze noticing the pebbles that slip out from beneath Jay's paws and tumble on down the slight hill. Girl must've been pretty bored to come out this way for nothing, huh?

Her ears prick up a bit when Jay continues talking, her eyes moving up to meet that warm and bashful expression. See? How could she possibly be vicious to such a sweet creature? Did Calliope have a soft spot? Pfft, never. "Nah, yer good. I'd rather have someone who actually has some sense 'bout them guide me," her muzzle wrinkles, lips pursing, and eyes narrowing as she does that slight head tilt that screams fuck off, I'm a "mean girl".

"Well, guess I'll get goin' then. See ya... uh around?" Her expression shifts into something awkward, but finite. Turning on her heels, she picks up into a trot and off into the sunset Calliope goes without a second look back.

- Exit Calliope -

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