10-03-2018, 05:39 PM
Ymir supposed she could somewhat understand that. When she was young, food was something you didn't waste, at least not when you were living on the street. But after that, she always had a full plate of warm food, not to mention a nice place to sleep and people to listen to her every beck and call. Being worshiped hadn't been all bad. Her playful expression falters a moment, her mood nearly ruined by that simple thought, memories making her feel bitter and angry all over again. But she quickly pushes it down, forces a smile back onto her face when Jersey speaks again.
She simply rolls her eyes at his comment, though it's barely noticeable through the light coming from them, not impressed by his flirting. While other girls probably would have swooned, she was a different case. Sometimes she wondered if she was into romance at all.
"Interesting name." she quirks a brow at it, but otherwise doesn't say anything else. She had never met someone with such a name. Still, she doubted that was the weirdest thing she would encounter. There was a lot she hadn't seen yet. "It's Ymir. Better than Jerseyboy, I'd say." she huffs out through her nose, the rest of what he said seeming to roll off her shoulders. A glint of mischief did enter her eyes, however.
Giving a quick glance around, she'd shrug her shoulders lazily, tilting her head slightly. "How many girls you get with that kind of sweet-talk?"
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She simply rolls her eyes at his comment, though it's barely noticeable through the light coming from them, not impressed by his flirting. While other girls probably would have swooned, she was a different case. Sometimes she wondered if she was into romance at all.
"Interesting name." she quirks a brow at it, but otherwise doesn't say anything else. She had never met someone with such a name. Still, she doubted that was the weirdest thing she would encounter. There was a lot she hadn't seen yet. "It's Ymir. Better than Jerseyboy, I'd say." she huffs out through her nose, the rest of what he said seeming to roll off her shoulders. A glint of mischief did enter her eyes, however.
Giving a quick glance around, she'd shrug her shoulders lazily, tilting her head slightly. "How many girls you get with that kind of sweet-talk?"
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