Standing there, he waited with some anticipation. Arms crossed, daring something to impress him.
Shinji discreetly pointed as their mark walked into the room.
It pulled his focus further, he didn't notice how much the suspense had encapsulated him as he leaned in closer, his actions attempting to get a better view as to not miss a single fraction of a second of what could happen next.
The target today: a certain shopkeeper. The blond man in black coat and green pajamas reaches for his usual hat -- but what's this, he appears to suddenly be struggling, it's as though it won't stay in place. The marked man looks down at the hat, criticizing it and appearing doubtful as though the very hat had betrayed him.
And there was that trademark sardonic humor Love had come to appreciate. Words signalling the moment at hand was going just as intended.
A smile quirks onto the tall vizard's face as he glances over to his friend now wearing a wider grin.
"All right. I don't know how you accomplished it but he didn't even notice." He says with a chuckle handing over a before settled amount as fair exchange.
"He did not see that coming! You remain the master, my guy!"
That comment would have driven her into a hysteria in high school and college. As an adult who was secure with herself and the fact that they'd never happen, she could took his drunk mumbles as a joke. "Kinda?" Amelia scoffed. "Miles, I'm an absolute knockout." she laughed kicking his knees. "You're too drunk to be making these comment buddy. You're lucky, you're in front of someone who knows you don't mean it."
It wasn't too long ago that Doris had been offered quite the delectable treat from the white hare herself. She'd made that Chamomile-Mascarpone Tart for her. Doris remembered feeling a ounce of jealousy while beholding the sweet treat offered to her. And by slight ounce, I mean, a tremendous amount. How did she know how to bake so well- and better than her?
Doris would offer a strained forced smile to hide her envy before taking a bite of the treat, and gee was it even better tasting than it was visually appealing. It only made the vigilance grow even more inside of her. Cocking her head to the side Doris would say " it's....OKAY. " Lying through her teeth while cause in all honesty, it wasn't 'okay' it was in fact amazing!
But it wasn't long for Doris to hurry up and run off to then prove she could do better. The moment she got home the mood shifted as she hastily gathered utensils and cooking supplies out the pantry. Her cooking was better- she wasn't going to let this woman try to beat her at her own game. It felt personal, least, to Doris it was personal. She made it personal.
When done, Doris hurried back over to where Vienna last was with a rather cocky attitude that was hidden by her over friendly voice. This was of course a facade and by no means did she even feel like acting friendly to this girl, but played the role the best she could.
" Oh my-- there you aAaAare! " Doris welcomed, baring her a toothy but forceful smile. " I know I didn't have to but...you made me SUCH a treat that I thought I could repay you by making you something in return. Im sure youre going to love it." That was when she'd reveal to the woman just what she'd made for her.
" I call it-- Doris's Ham Jell-O salad. A far more healthier and nutritious meal." Maybe at first glance it'd appear that she was doing this out of sabotage but no. Not at all. This was Doris's genuine cooking method and her attempt to outshine Vienna. " I know, hard to resist but please go ahead, indulge yourself. "
You are all grit and closed fists. you refuse to let anything in through the cracks of your armor. you would burn the world to protect those you love. the heart of a warrior burns in your chest. and it also weighs your shoulders down. what is the price for being so strong? what have you sacrificed to make yourself feel safe? when was the last time you let someone see your soul? when was the last time you let someone see you and not just the masks you hide behind? not everything must be a fight.
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“You must have been charming.” she’s looking at a hole through a rock face with a knocked out arrancar on the other side. [for Grimmjow]
As soon as his eyes caught sight of her she became the primary focus. Squinting with a slight scrutiny over her next actions but he remained unflinching. His chest still heaving with heavy breaths from the previous exertion. The scuffle hadn't lasted long but as usual Grimmjow threw in everything he had from start to finish.
Noticing that she only meant to observe drew him closer to follow. Rubble shifted and scraped beneath his steps as he moved in.
He cast his head to the side, gazing towards the aftermath of his own making. A self-rightious expression along with a light sneer take over as he does so.
"... Was'bout as charmin' as Adjuchas ass with the rancid fuckin' breath t'match."