( maybe because hella is so cute that it worked which could be the case, but it's not so bad if furina puts her mind to it. clean it, maybe say she's busy and hella can't come over yet, there's a lot of things she can say.
besides, it's not like she ever said when she could come over. )
I might.
( she doesn't, but she could, it's just... a very messy house, an unhealthy living situation, for her to act as if her life is so put together... it's easy to tell that furina has let herself go in some ways. however, that's what happens when the world hates you for lying about something so important. )
Now, I know talking about my house isn't as interesting, as this... look, do you see that?
( she turns to point at something in the sea, but there's that seagull again, hopping close to hella, and eyeing her hat with interest. furina's a little confused by its actions, watching it herself to see what it's doing. it has the movements of a creature that's up to something.
it hops over to hella's folded chair, sitting on the arm rest and opening its mouth. )
[ She muses, tugging her eyes away from what Furina was pointing at to look at the seagull instead. Now, being a Syndican, she knows when someone has a glint of mischief or trickery in their eyes. This bird is giving major suspicious vibes, and her kneejerk reaction to that is to try to scare it off — luckily, she's grown up enough to not shout at it or do something drastic. Instead, she just waves a hand a bit at it, pursing her lips. ]
Go on, shoo. I don't have any food.
[ Just then, the seagull does jump up, allegedly in response to the shooing — but really? To snap its beak around the puffball at the top of Hella's hat, trying to take it with it in its escape. Hella grabs the bottom edge just in time, but now she and the seagull are in a tug of war above her head, and she's lowkey losing. ]
What the — what the fuck!!
[ She squawks, waving her free arm wildly, which may or may not smack Furina in the process. ]
( hella has this, furina just knows hella can win against a seagull, but she can't help the way her eyes widen, and a small laugh leaves from between her lips. really, hella does have a pretty decent hat that an animal would love to play with. furina brings one hand to her mouth to muffle the noise, until she is too hit with the other's free arm— )
H-Hey!? What am I supposed to do!!
( other than sit here and laugh, this is not her battle, but furina's already making her way over to try and touch at the seagull (who will possibly flap its wings away) in her attempt to help.
she doesn't want to cripple the bird, but she thinks that grabbing for it at its side to tug it away might work. as long as she doesn't lose her grip on it. the bird is flapping its feet, not wanting to let go of the hat... to it, this is a spoils of war, and it wants it! this is normal on cruise ships, but there might be a few people flashing their cameras at the scene with interest.
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besides, it's not like she ever said when she could come over. )
I might.
( she doesn't, but she could, it's just... a very messy house, an unhealthy living situation, for her to act as if her life is so put together... it's easy to tell that furina has let herself go in some ways. however, that's what happens when the world hates you for lying about something so important. )
Now, I know talking about my house isn't as interesting, as this... look, do you see that?
( she turns to point at something in the sea, but there's that seagull again, hopping close to hella, and eyeing her hat with interest. furina's a little confused by its actions, watching it herself to see what it's doing. it has the movements of a creature that's up to something.
it hops over to hella's folded chair, sitting on the arm rest and opening its mouth. )
You're good with animals, right?
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[ She muses, tugging her eyes away from what Furina was pointing at to look at the seagull instead. Now, being a Syndican, she knows when someone has a glint of mischief or trickery in their eyes. This bird is giving major suspicious vibes, and her kneejerk reaction to that is to try to scare it off — luckily, she's grown up enough to not shout at it or do something drastic. Instead, she just waves a hand a bit at it, pursing her lips. ]
Go on, shoo. I don't have any food.
[ Just then, the seagull does jump up, allegedly in response to the shooing — but really? To snap its beak around the puffball at the top of Hella's hat, trying to take it with it in its escape. Hella grabs the bottom edge just in time, but now she and the seagull are in a tug of war above her head, and she's lowkey losing. ]
What the — what the fuck!!
[ She squawks, waving her free arm wildly, which may or may not smack Furina in the process. ]
Furina!! Do something!!
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H-Hey!? What am I supposed to do!!
( other than sit here and laugh, this is not her battle, but furina's already making her way over to try and touch at the seagull (who will possibly flap its wings away) in her attempt to help.
she doesn't want to cripple the bird, but she thinks that grabbing for it at its side to tug it away might work. as long as she doesn't lose her grip on it. the bird is flapping its feet, not wanting to let go of the hat... to it, this is a spoils of war, and it wants it! this is normal on cruise ships, but there might be a few people flashing their cameras at the scene with interest.
good media to upload on their TweeTle pages. )
Can you yank it??