02-24-2020, 06:56 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Introducing himself formally, he said, even as his gaze wandered. Before Rin could say anything else, he was already going deeper inside- a smirk appearing on his face. Did he know? He had to know, otherwise he wouldn't be smiling. She had to get him out of here.
Striding forward, she attempted to stand in front of Alastor's path. If he'd just asked first, or even apologized for coming in and looking around without asking, she wouldn't be so on edge, but the way he smiled even as he nosed around in her belongings... she had to force herself to stay stoic. Maybe he was just a nosy individual, but she thought she could see brief flickers of blonde on his fur and green in his eyes, and she couldn't just ignore that.
Adopting a neutral expression, Rin said, "If you want to talk, I'd prefer to do it outside." Glancing over her shoulder at the thin layers of dust on the shelves and certain areas of the floor, she continued, "I still need to dust the house, and I'm getting things together for my visit to the Typhoon." With that, she would attempt to usher him towards the front door- if he allowed her to do so, she would escort him out to the porch and close the door behind them.
Why was she so uncomfortable? It didn't make any sense. But something about allowing this person, who had intruded without permission and showed little regard for personal boundaries, to poke around in her home... it made her irrationally uncomfortable.
Striding forward, she attempted to stand in front of Alastor's path. If he'd just asked first, or even apologized for coming in and looking around without asking, she wouldn't be so on edge, but the way he smiled even as he nosed around in her belongings... she had to force herself to stay stoic. Maybe he was just a nosy individual, but she thought she could see brief flickers of blonde on his fur and green in his eyes, and she couldn't just ignore that.
Adopting a neutral expression, Rin said, "If you want to talk, I'd prefer to do it outside." Glancing over her shoulder at the thin layers of dust on the shelves and certain areas of the floor, she continued, "I still need to dust the house, and I'm getting things together for my visit to the Typhoon." With that, she would attempt to usher him towards the front door- if he allowed her to do so, she would escort him out to the porch and close the door behind them.
Why was she so uncomfortable? It didn't make any sense. But something about allowing this person, who had intruded without permission and showed little regard for personal boundaries, to poke around in her home... it made her irrationally uncomfortable.
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