heavyhitter | IC CONTACT (futuro & prisma)

[ even aryn couldn't pass up something as wholesome and pure as nondenominational winter celebration.

unfortunately, her begrudging participation has left her only with regret. she had taken a side entrance to the main hall, as there exists no winter spirit strong enough to get her to use a primary entrance; alas, what she failed to realize was that this was one of the ones marked with mistletoe.

trapped in the doorway, she leans up against the frame in the most casual manner possible given her movement limitations, watching the festivities with a surly glare. but also like... a cool one. it'd be way too embarrassing if anyone realized she was stuck-- what kind of an infiltrator would she be if she got caught?

a bad one. therefore: aloof and too cool for this party is the vibe she has to shoot for. anytime she makes eye contact with someone she immediately breaks it with a slight curl of the lip. the last thing she needs is for someone to come talk to her. ]

[ As soon as Ramir catches a glimpse of Aryn, it's game on. And sure, she'd said she was never going to talk to her, and basically demanded Aryn never talk to Ramir or anyone Ramir knows, but that was before the alcohol. The warmth currently buzzing through her brain insists that she should definitely go and talk to her, find out what the hell is up between them.

So that's what she does, striding over with a thin smile and a drink sloshing bright red (very spiked) punch out the sides. ]

Hey, Aryn! [ Bright and cheerful, like they were friends, and totally unmatched to the smile. ] How's it going? Make any friends? Seems kinda unlikely.

[ aryn makes a low noise in her throat upon ramir's approach. of all the people to-- ]

It's going fine, thanks.

[ she leans back harder, in case there were a few stray iotas of distance she forgot to put between them. her gaze stays focused on the celebrations in the distance. ]

I thought you were going to leave me the fuck alone? [ was kind of banking on that one, actually. ]

[ Aryn is welcome to lean back, for all the good it will do when Ramir stops well within her space, drink in hand and unkind resolve on her face. ]

Yeah, I thought about it, but then I changed my mind.

[ She hadn't really gotten a chance for a thorough inspection last time she saw her, so a good few seconds now get devoted to a slow once-over. She keeps her face arranged in the best way to suggest she doesn't like what she sees, but... honestly, that outfit is pretty cool. ]

What part of town are you from?

[ ugh, the alcohol. aryn turns her face away, nose wrinkling. ] A different one from you.

[ well... obviously. with a slight huff, she decides to grace ramir with more than the bare minimum. (it's christmas.) ]

Close to the water. [ and lower, muttered under her breath: ] As if you even know enough about the place to understand the difference.

[ Whoa, some actual information. She's all set to be pleasantly surprised, but then that second part comes. Her eyes immediately narrow: offense instantly taken. ]

Oh, yeah? You sure? I fucking grew up there, ask me anything.

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idk where else to put this so... here ya go

is it my birthday!!!

no.

is it............ my easter gift

its no gift bc now im taking it away

;(