Send me a ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair.
What daring wonder did dispose itself in the face of a wretch? The absolution of mockery made physical by the mere tap and tumble of digits betwixt her hair. How had she not noticed the giggle, the coo, and most importantly the wry stitch of fingers crawling against her scalp to place flowers amongst obsidian dye, tucking beneath the shell of an ear.
It takes seconds for her to discern friend from foe, a lagging ability she knows would be her own folly one day but for now? She rears on the offender with an almost bountiful vigor, hissing the moment eyes lay upon that of the infamous ‘Binge Eater’ of their ward. Of course she holds such a boldness for teasing, 'lo little respect to be found for other ghouls.
The petite one snarls, a low growl humming in the back of her throat as fingers reach up to pry and pluck the dainty gift from her hair, crushing it within a greedy palm.
❝Don’t make the mistake of ever touching me again, Rize.
Especially without my permission. ❞