Post by Akira Nakajima on Apr 26, 2014 19:04:06 GMT -5
The girl had the audacity to pull herself up into another kiss. And then to mention something about death again. He just grunted slightly before righting the both of them. The girl might have stood taller- by only a slight bit, but it was so- but he wouldn't let her have the last say in that matter. No, not when he was going to be the one dragging her through numerous fields of corruption. The boy's grin turned impish again. His Persona's first form seemed to be, on at least some level, inspired partially by his physical traits. A smile like that was just too. . . wrong to be human. And yet it was. That was the sort of boy the crossdresser was.
”A deal with death? Sorry, but we covered you're not that. Besides. . .” He leaned in again, letting his breath tease her ear. ”I've conquered the odds and triumphed over death. Unless that's what you're looking for, I'd advise not trying to take that role.” His words were teasing, but pointed. He meant them- in the sense that he would “triumph”, but likely not in the meaning that the girl would think of. Leaving it at that, he reached for his scissors, still holding her hand, and grinned over his shoulder before tugging at her arm.
”Come now. We should do something to celebrate. As for what. . . we can decide along the way.” A definitively creepy laugh came from the boy, as if intended to ruin all merriment that could possibly have followed. Of course, that was just to creep her out. He was going to make sure, before long, that she understood how grave a mistake it was to take his hand.
Of course, should she persist, then that was fine, too.
”A deal with death? Sorry, but we covered you're not that. Besides. . .” He leaned in again, letting his breath tease her ear. ”I've conquered the odds and triumphed over death. Unless that's what you're looking for, I'd advise not trying to take that role.” His words were teasing, but pointed. He meant them- in the sense that he would “triumph”, but likely not in the meaning that the girl would think of. Leaving it at that, he reached for his scissors, still holding her hand, and grinned over his shoulder before tugging at her arm.
”Come now. We should do something to celebrate. As for what. . . we can decide along the way.” A definitively creepy laugh came from the boy, as if intended to ruin all merriment that could possibly have followed. Of course, that was just to creep her out. He was going to make sure, before long, that she understood how grave a mistake it was to take his hand.
Of course, should she persist, then that was fine, too.
