Find Yourself

Walk | Talk | Think

What was he doing here? She had thought she had made it undoubtedly clear what her opinion of him had been - hell, they had even had an audience, a pair of witnesses, to that confrontation - and yet for some unknown, incomprehensible reason he was here again, tail wagging and grinning as if he took some twisted delight from her discomfort. It was not fair. She may have not been the best or most admirable of characters, especially not with her temper and tendency to snap before asking questions, but she could not understand if her actions had been enough to warrant the torture of company she had never wanted, never needed, consistently jumping in and out of her life.

He tried, damn him, to get under her skin. She could feel it too, the answering anger that willingly rose up inside at his taunting tone of voice. No, Yin did not want to give him that satisfaction, no matter how nice and easy it would have been for her to allow that anger sway over her actions. Her mismatched, green and blue eyes narrowed slightly, the only true sign she would give of her irritation, and a slow, careful breath was drawn in and then out. Good, she had reigned in her anger. She could do this.

For just a moment the greyscale male's expression changed, altered, took on a different look from what she was used to. It was gone in a matter of seconds, just as inexplicably as it had come, and quite remarkably he recovered well. His smile returned, the playful glint in his eye sparked, and his tone was entirely teasing as he suggested their reunion was all her doing, feeding his own ego by claiming that it was all because of it good looks. "As I recall you were the one who approached me," she answered flatly, her dark tail twitching behind her as it slightly betrayed her feelings, "not the other way around. So I'll ask again, what are you doing here?" Why had he tried to speak to her again?