[ blonde, tall, and dressed in a garb of blue and white. were he not clearly hyuran, he'd be a perfect fit for the heavens' ward - or at least the shell that remained. and to top it all off, he even speaks with the propriety of a nobleman!
it is absolutely infuriating. she's already decided he's probably a pompous scumbag beneath the demeanor - which, to be fair, is probably a fair assumption if you're in fantasy catholic france rather than anime england. she makes a sound somewhere between anger and petulance, twirling the sword once before jabbing it blade-first into the ground.
and with her sword taken care of, she just drops ass-first into a sitting position. listen. it has been an extraordinarily shitty day. ]
Our captors cannot even face us. How utterly predictable.
[ is she... sulking? she looks kind of like she's sulking. ]
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it is absolutely infuriating. she's already decided he's probably a pompous scumbag beneath the demeanor - which, to be fair, is probably a fair assumption if you're in fantasy catholic france rather than anime england. she makes a sound somewhere between anger and petulance, twirling the sword once before jabbing it blade-first into the ground.
and with her sword taken care of, she just drops ass-first into a sitting position. listen. it has been an extraordinarily shitty day. ]
Our captors cannot even face us. How utterly predictable.
[ is she... sulking? she looks kind of like she's sulking. ]