As the puff of cinnamon tainted air washed over her face, Georgia froze, eyes blowing wide as saucers for a split moment. The sudden shift in smell and atmosphere short-circuted her brain, derailing most of her anger. She'd never really caught the scent of cinnamon before - it had always been salt and sour and sand. Cinnamon was warm; it was...fuzzy. It didn't really occur to her that the wind was from the stranger, and she was too shocked to make the connection.
When Calem spoke again, it was a begrudging flirt, though its intention bypassed Georgia entirely. It set her teeth on edge and shoved her right back into her previous irritated state of mind, the fur along her spine lifting. The nickname little urchin grinded against her ears, particularly childish and taunting. A slight glow lit the sea green of her eyes in her rage, and she muttered, "I'd rather settle for your face against a fucking tree trunk." She really didn't want to address the fact that he wanted somewhere to stay - and just about flat out told him to go look somewhere else. The mainland, maybe. "Very cute of you to think I drown them in sand, though." Gia cooed mockingly, pursing her lips at him. "I drown them in saltwater." Her eyes flashed, a subtle glint that dared him to push her. Fucking coward. Do it, pussy boy. Push me. Give me a reason to drown you. She thought mutinously.
Paola's arrival dragged her attention away from the ghostly, irritating stranger. The darker feline seemed cheery, lugging along a blanket. The overall good mood the new recruit was in rubbed Georgia's sour disposition further into her brain, and for a moment, a whirlwind of air curled inwards and down around the feline before dissolving in a rapid burst.
"No," Gia responded tartly. "He wants to join." And I want to drive his head into a tree. It was a little odd, perhaps, that her anger had stemmed mostly from being disturbed out of her nap - surely, people didn't usually get this bent out of shape due to a slight misunderstanding? And yet, here she was, tail lashing back and forth, easily ready and able and eager to slam him into the sand.
At the other girl's comment about them knocking each other out, Georgia ran her tongue over her teeth, eyes once again dragging back to the strange, annoying boy. While the stranger was of her build - slim, lithe - he wasn't too much bigger than she; a near guarantee she could knock him out easily. The concept brought a smirk to dance on her lips. "Honestly, it would be my pleasure." She snorted.
When Calem spoke again, it was a begrudging flirt, though its intention bypassed Georgia entirely. It set her teeth on edge and shoved her right back into her previous irritated state of mind, the fur along her spine lifting. The nickname little urchin grinded against her ears, particularly childish and taunting. A slight glow lit the sea green of her eyes in her rage, and she muttered, "I'd rather settle for your face against a fucking tree trunk." She really didn't want to address the fact that he wanted somewhere to stay - and just about flat out told him to go look somewhere else. The mainland, maybe. "Very cute of you to think I drown them in sand, though." Gia cooed mockingly, pursing her lips at him. "I drown them in saltwater." Her eyes flashed, a subtle glint that dared him to push her. Fucking coward. Do it, pussy boy. Push me. Give me a reason to drown you. She thought mutinously.
Paola's arrival dragged her attention away from the ghostly, irritating stranger. The darker feline seemed cheery, lugging along a blanket. The overall good mood the new recruit was in rubbed Georgia's sour disposition further into her brain, and for a moment, a whirlwind of air curled inwards and down around the feline before dissolving in a rapid burst.
"No," Gia responded tartly. "He wants to join." And I want to drive his head into a tree. It was a little odd, perhaps, that her anger had stemmed mostly from being disturbed out of her nap - surely, people didn't usually get this bent out of shape due to a slight misunderstanding? And yet, here she was, tail lashing back and forth, easily ready and able and eager to slam him into the sand.
At the other girl's comment about them knocking each other out, Georgia ran her tongue over her teeth, eyes once again dragging back to the strange, annoying boy. While the stranger was of her build - slim, lithe - he wasn't too much bigger than she; a near guarantee she could knock him out easily. The concept brought a smirk to dance on her lips. "Honestly, it would be my pleasure." She snorted.
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*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags