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Post by Allura Araki on Aug 2, 2017 21:39:37 GMT -6
Allura tried to keep her composure but the moment he touched her she smacked his hand away and spoke in a tight tone, "Keep your damn hands off of me."
She could see the light in his eyes at her not backing down or just turning away like she had been doing, and she cursed at herself for letting him affect her like this, the lack of sleep did not help her irritation either. She tried to push him away but he easily pushed her to the wall again.
"Aren't you supposed to be taking me to my 'new room' and leaving me the hell alone.."
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Post by Fuwa Ito on Aug 3, 2017 14:35:53 GMT -6
“I am leaving no mark on your ivory skin, darling, or anywhere on your body; therefore, I am doing no harm to you.” He chuckled. “And it will stay that way. But I am curious about your quiet attitude, and it may be important to know the answer.” He chuckled. “After all, your personality can be another factor in how much of an asset you can become, and if we were to get such an assessment wrong, a client could become disappointed or be less inclined to return for another lavish gift.” He attempted to stroke her cheek again but didn't push it when she slapped him away once more. "It could lead to you being injured as well, and that would be a shame."
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Post by Allura Araki on Aug 3, 2017 14:43:00 GMT -6
Allura kept her eyes focused on hers as she chose her words carefully, wanting this conversation to be over and be left alone.
"They say that attitude is a product of environment, don't you agree?" The way he watched her caused a chill up her spine, but she kept her expression the same, "I don't want to be in this situation, so it leads to a coarse attitude."
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Post by Fuwa Ito on Aug 3, 2017 15:02:54 GMT -6
Fuwa's eyes darkened as he considered her words, slowly taking them apart. "Tell me, Lady Nakane, it sounds like you mean more than your current predicament as our guest and merchandise. If you were so against the act of being among people, why would you be in the Academy?" He leaned close enough to nearly be nose to nose with her. "Why would torture yourself by taking a roommate?"
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Post by Allura Araki on Aug 3, 2017 15:06:39 GMT -6
Allura smiled some, but it wasn't one of warmth, "I never said I didn't enjoy being around people. I just don't enjoy being around you all specifically. How I live my personal life and the way I did things is, frankly, none of your business... Even if you do have the crazy belief that I belong to you now."
Fuwa laughed and stepped away. "Looks like your shell's been cracked. If we talk more often, I wonder how much you will change."
Allura kept the same smile she had and decided to not say anything else, figuring she had said enough for the time being.
"Are you sure you want to do that? Turn quiet? You're going to be alone in a room," he leaned close again, "and maybe not come out until another has become your master."
The red-headed soul reaper said nothing as she stepped away from him, putting barely enough distance between them, but it was enough to give her space. She still remained silent, but kept her eyes on him.
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Post by Fuwa Ito on Aug 3, 2017 22:01:31 GMT -6
Fuwa couldn't help another chuckle at her continued resistance and once again noted that it was a pity she was pure and too valuable. She was definitely one of his types. Quiet and surly. Elegant with dark edge. He had learned some things from their short walk and even sparser conversation, but she was guarding her words and mind well against his inquiries and underlying threats. It would take time to crack enough of her walls to reveal her wounds. And then spill her secrets. Fuwa adjusted his jacket and stepped away again, bidding her to continue towards the exit. "Then shall we go to your room, princess?"
Allura hesitated for a moment, seeing a dark glimmer in Fuwa's eyes. It was as if she knew he was planning something and didn't trust him, but instead she took a soft breath and moved ahead of him, her patience obviously running out. Fuwa sighed behind her, making her pause. "I really wish you had fought me more, darling." He stepped up and the needle of syringe slipped into her neck. He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the feeling of her body against him, as he pushed the plunger, emptying the liquid. Allura fell unconscious. Fuwa lifted her into his arms bridal style and carried her to her new destination. - END RP - "Memory": |
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