“Yet you didn’t state otherwise, in which it made my annotation to become the truth.”
≺ ϟ ≻ ——- Could he permit a suspiration to abscond his subtle lips, the moment he memorised such declaration. Perturbation grew vibrant. No— he did not considered her as an abominable atom— rather meddlesome, that evokes disturbance within a few seconds. Such comportment was a turn off for the lightning mage. Of course— the age difference plays a major role. He was hunting for real women, that would bring him proper satisfaction, not adolescents that would do nothing but whine. Segregating his arms, transposing it to her direction, he would push the nay beauteous female a few centimetres away. Another trait that he dispised in people that he barely shares confabulations with, would be being touched. Yes. As strange as it seems.
“Spare me such attitude, brat. I got no interest in annoyin’ teens like you. It’s not hate. Merely nonchalance.” Opus so verity in his words. Kind of truculent, yet ineluctable.
This time she’d hiss at him, arms folding over her chest. She could be serious, but around him… she felt odd? No, that’s not the right term. In any case, she didn’t feel like being herself. She’d usually push away or ignore the others, considering them pathetic. Maybe his power was what she truly liked, or the fact that he didn’t search for her or needed her around. It was like a total opposite from the other people. Even though she was yet again removed, she didn’t try clinging to him again; her childishness would be replaced with seriousness. After all, she didn’t like playing around.
Whatever— I just tried being nice, I guess?” shoulders shrugged, her expression being rather— emotionless. She didn’t want to react in a way she wouldn’t expect herself to. “Anyway, it’s you who came here.” a brow curved, and suddenly she was curious. He was the one who appeared in front of her, even though she was indeed looking for him.