"You're really strung up on me, aren't you?"
In truth P'rita never met anyone in her life thus far who's taken interest in her. The feeling was odd. He was strong and she wished one day to finally win one match against Flynt. What she has known about him thus far and the idea of having a more laid back life was more or less a nice goal she wanted to achieve as well. Sure they had different ideas on fighting but never the less it was the only time she felt even with another person.
"I am but-" she stopped. Flynt explained a lot to her. About how he was not able to sit for one woman or not choosing favorites. Hearing this made P'rita's heart sank a bit, but she kept her neutral expression on the surface. She had horrible luck with men before...
With his question and smile, P'rita kept her face hidden by looking down at her lap. He couldn't see it but her hands were shaking a little. Until she finally spoke up.
"...I'll call you an idiot."
P'rita looked up again with a slight smile. Masking what little she really felt about it. Was what he said about settling down all a lie? No...he was genuine when he told her that information. But he was young and even now she believes it was better if he went with a woman his age.
"I understand if you want to do that. Girls your age are better suited for you."
And she started to spiral down once more. Her Melancholy attitude. True as it may be at times, she was harsh on herself ever since that incident years ago.
Even if he tried to stop her, she would interrupt him. "You want common ground, right?" her ears twitched and her long tail swayed in the wind. "I will give it to you." Her attention out into the harbor as she waited for the final touches in their meal.Â
"...Now that i think about it...it was weird that you of all people took interest in me. No normal man would even look at me without being the least bit disgusted with how many scars I've accumulated." she turned and gave a big smile to Flynt as the food arrived. The few bits of Crayfish with a small red body resembled a real lobster but were caught in freshwater. Seeing this she reached for her fork and oddly tried stabbing at one of them to pick it up. Only bouncing off the shell. "Huh? You are suppose to eat with your tools, right?" she asked, almost forgetting the topic that put her heart off balanced for a moment.
All the while, P'rth was ease dropping on the conversation. He wasn't about to leave his last and only pupil alive on this odd date alone. Hidden away from even P'rita's senses-
"Take these to the table five!" P'rth was handed the food that the two would indulgent on. Apparently disguising as a waiter meant you had to actually work the job as well. How degrading...
In truth P'rita never met anyone in her life thus far who's taken interest in her. The feeling was odd. He was strong and she wished one day to finally win one match against Flynt. What she has known about him thus far and the idea of having a more laid back life was more or less a nice goal she wanted to achieve as well. Sure they had different ideas on fighting but never the less it was the only time she felt even with another person.
"I am but-" she stopped. Flynt explained a lot to her. About how he was not able to sit for one woman or not choosing favorites. Hearing this made P'rita's heart sank a bit, but she kept her neutral expression on the surface. She had horrible luck with men before...
With his question and smile, P'rita kept her face hidden by looking down at her lap. He couldn't see it but her hands were shaking a little. Until she finally spoke up.
"...I'll call you an idiot."
P'rita looked up again with a slight smile. Masking what little she really felt about it. Was what he said about settling down all a lie? No...he was genuine when he told her that information. But he was young and even now she believes it was better if he went with a woman his age.
"I understand if you want to do that. Girls your age are better suited for you."
And she started to spiral down once more. Her Melancholy attitude. True as it may be at times, she was harsh on herself ever since that incident years ago.
Even if he tried to stop her, she would interrupt him. "You want common ground, right?" her ears twitched and her long tail swayed in the wind. "I will give it to you." Her attention out into the harbor as she waited for the final touches in their meal.Â
"...Now that i think about it...it was weird that you of all people took interest in me. No normal man would even look at me without being the least bit disgusted with how many scars I've accumulated." she turned and gave a big smile to Flynt as the food arrived. The few bits of Crayfish with a small red body resembled a real lobster but were caught in freshwater. Seeing this she reached for her fork and oddly tried stabbing at one of them to pick it up. Only bouncing off the shell. "Huh? You are suppose to eat with your tools, right?" she asked, almost forgetting the topic that put her heart off balanced for a moment.
All the while, P'rth was ease dropping on the conversation. He wasn't about to leave his last and only pupil alive on this odd date alone. Hidden away from even P'rita's senses-
"Take these to the table five!" P'rth was handed the food that the two would indulgent on. Apparently disguising as a waiter meant you had to actually work the job as well. How degrading...
