Post by Jessu on Jul 26, 2023 15:23:40 GMT
I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?
Daphne Devereaux
“Teeheehee, I fear you may be at a disadvantage, le francais tend to be a brazen people~?” The brow of the black beauty seeming to lift as her new friend seemed to tease the topic of trying to make her blush, Daphne couldn't help but chuckle quietly at such a notion given the culture she had come from, and spoke of a certain 'immunity' to embarrassment in light of such facts which had likely only been further enhanced by her particular interests. One could not dip into nude portraits if they were prone to blushing, eh?
“That does seem more interesting than double death, no~?” Once more those baby blues seeming to tighten however as Kenshi seemed to assert that he had a stronger reason than ever to remain among the living now, though perhaps it was her ego speaking she had to assume from the turn in their tone that she might have had a little something to do with that, and found her lips curling upward all the more as she arched her brow playfully at such a fact.
“Though, I will confess to wondering how that works for your kind of folk~?” Certainly seeming to note that the coyness which they seemed to head toward was something that helped to disarm her, Miss Devereaux tilted her head as she continued to apply her reishi to the wounds which she had suffered and couldn't help but muse thanks to the idleness, admitting a somewhat macabre sense of intrigue about a fact which none had been able to document.
“Quincy make effective hunters of hollows because our souls are toxic to one another? It's why they don't tend to feast on us should they prove victorious?” The voice of the vixen seeming to turn a bit more serious however when she was questioned about the contrast between her own powers and that of monsters, for a moment her manner seemed a little more distant and grim as she revealed the more sobering aspects of her studies, and for a second the past experiences which drove her compassion seemed to lay a ghostly hand upon her shoulder again.
“My, a picnic? Seems I am not the only bold one here, hm~?” Thankfully it seeming however that her patient would not allow her to linger in lament too long before he showed that he too was hardly a retiring wallflower either, while he did not prompt a blush from her he did at least seem to widen Daphne's gaze at the suggestion of them sharing something with a sweeter spirit after this, and provided her with something to consider going forward. I mean, she would be a fool to say no outright, right~?
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