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She looked up at him after a moment, raising one eyebrow. "What?" * * * "Sure!" she would hear him call.
She didn't have to look far. As she got out into the main green room, she would see a boy. He had curly auburn hair, with bright grey eyes that...
She stood up with a sigh, rolling out her shoulders as she prepared to move again. Already, her eyes were plotting out a pathway towards the...
She laughed, returning to her work. * * * "You took joy from my pain," he said stiffly, going into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
The door to the bathroom was closed. It would take her a moment to see that her necklace was no longer on the counter.
"How so? You're the one who doesn't like my cooking." * * * "No, you."
"You too," she replied idly. "Have fun at your party."
The shower was pleasantly warm, the perfect thing to wash away the performance. Towards the end of her shower, she would hear the bathroom door...
She looked over her shoulder at him, giving him a cheeky smile. "What?" * * * "You seem disturbed. That's good, right?"
Ophelia laughed lightly too, looking back across the city. "Blink twice if they're making you say that."
(Zoop!) The performance was a good one. Smooth and delicate and powerful. Her limbs burned from the work, but as she entered her room afterwards,...
"I'm sure that's what it is." * * * "I mean, for you, baby, I would make it work. Not just any girl could make me do that." He groaned a little...
Ophelia relaxed a little, her legs swinging against the edge of the rooftop. "Huh. Was this a welcome invitation, or one of those things that...
She laughed, raising an eyebrow as the speaker announced Fleur in a grand tone. The applause began and Pelegrina gestured. "Go on, then. Go dance."
"It's not that subtle, if so. We need to work on it." * * * He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, I can make it work. I just... I didn't...
"Is the party yours?" Ophelia inquired lightly, her tone unconcerned despite her alert posture. She looked over at the woman, observing her...
"Doesn't it get... erm... what's the word... repetitive?" Pelegrina asked, looking at the curtain as well. "You've done this so many times, Fleur....
"I don't know," she said with a smooth shrug. "Maybe this is a subtle way of you trying to stop me from cooking." * * * "Oh, you're into that...
Ophelia also looked surprised, her head jerking over to look at the woman. She paused before gesturing to her side. "Of course," she said...
"Hm. There's not much to look after," she replied earnestly, sweeping imaginary crumbs off of the counter. "You handle most things so gracefully....
