HOTARU
The clinking of glass, the thud of the each vessel set against wood, the crackling of the fireplace. It's all that accompanies them in their bubble of silence for a moment, and as she leans forward to grab her glass and sip at it - unwilling to forsake her sobriety so early in the night - she gazes upon his tired face. There's a lot there to unpack, much more that she's unwilling to touch. Hotaru is not the greatest at comfort, not with adults at least. So when he asks why she's there, though her mind goes to Lusea's missing status, she doesn't bring it up. Not yet.
"I hear you're the new Guildmaster of a little group here in the Grounds." Uncrossing her legs she leans forward, glass held between slim hands as they fall between her legs. A serious set to her beautiful face. "I want in. And I wanted to talk about...arrangements." First she needs a feel for how he's running the Guild, exactly what he's wanting out of its creation, and then perhaps she will unveil some of her plots to him.
"I hear you're the new Guildmaster of a little group here in the Grounds." Uncrossing her legs she leans forward, glass held between slim hands as they fall between her legs. A serious set to her beautiful face. "I want in. And I wanted to talk about...arrangements." First she needs a feel for how he's running the Guild, exactly what he's wanting out of its creation, and then perhaps she will unveil some of her plots to him.
please do me a favor and shut up
I wear heels bigger than your d*ck
