It was amazing!
And to think you’re a girl like me…”
Finally finding that she was released by that inescapable grasp just before she passed out from breathlessness, though on some level the beauty in black found that the sudden lack of warmth that she felt now that the green eyed girl had released her was somewhat saddening, on the whole she was satisfied to be able to move around again. Moreover even happier to be free of the delicious fragrance that this talkative woman was not hitting her at point blank range, honestly that sugar-sweet smell was beginning to rob her of any kind of thought even when she thought she had none left, and that alone was worthy of appreciation to be rid of. Or at least, that’s what she told herself.
But I’m… I’m not like you. The fiery fox at last able to fill her lungs and taking several deep breaths of the slightly stinky alleyway in order to exploit that fact, even though she was overjoyed to be at her own liberty to do things like this again, she couldn’t help but feel her soul sink a little as the stranger near her continued to chatter away like a chipmunk. Certainly feeling the two of them had nothing in common when this girl with green irises seemed soft and sweet and full of the joy of religion apparently while the ruby eyed ruffian was tough and worshipped onto at the temple of alcohol, something about that difference felt weird. It was almost disappointing.
“T-Thanks, I guess?” Not wanting to show that, however, and instead lifting her hand into the back of her hair and scratching her scalp softly, Miss Marcello opted to accept the compliment she was offered instead of focus too heavily on the feeling of smallness she felt when next to this slim and pretty thing who lingered nearby. Those kinds of feelings the sort of thing she always wished to avoid confronting, they seemed so much more daunting than a man wielding a dagger, or anything else she could face in her external world really…