I could take all that you love
We could get down fading numb
We could get down fading numb
His agreement is not unprecedented even with what little she knows of him, but her appraising multi-hued gaze settles on him unblinking all the same for a moment. "I won't be so presumptuous as to offer my condolences, but I will say it's quite shitty luck to have returned here in due time for a second showdown." Such crassness does not seem to become a woman as refined as her, but Hotaru is a creature of multitudes, and thrives on doing the unexpected. Plus, it is not as if she is being untruthful - a rarity, really.
His answer garners a slow rising of her blonde brows, taking a moment to sip her tea and chase a droplet across the rim of her cup with her tongue as she considers the answer fairly. "I'm not surprised so much as curious. It's hard to envision the gravity of so many years when the rest of us are afforded less than one third if we are lucky." The rest doesn't matter to her. His age is merely another facet of his being and his potential usefulness, and as such she is likely not the best to gauge a response from.
"I could make it nicer," she flirts boldly, the heat of the tea turning her lips red as she smirks at him from where she sits. Though Hotaru is not so easily distracted and moves easily into the next topic. "After spending so much of my life in the cold, I don't have the same longing for warmth, but I feel hot springs are allowed the be the exception with how delightful they are." A small trickle of laughter leaves her even as she sets her teacup on the table at her side, idly crossing her legs and humming in consideration of his next question. "Quite well. It took some time to convince people to try it out - Halovians are not the type to vacation or let strangers touch them - but word of mouth moved quite fast. Soldiers, hunters, shop workers...I have quite the steady flow of newcomers and familiars alike now." And yet she still feels so empty. For all she can touch them, it is an experience that is never returned. Ironic then that he calls this place warm, because Hotaru has never felt colder these days.
His answer garners a slow rising of her blonde brows, taking a moment to sip her tea and chase a droplet across the rim of her cup with her tongue as she considers the answer fairly. "I'm not surprised so much as curious. It's hard to envision the gravity of so many years when the rest of us are afforded less than one third if we are lucky." The rest doesn't matter to her. His age is merely another facet of his being and his potential usefulness, and as such she is likely not the best to gauge a response from.
"I could make it nicer," she flirts boldly, the heat of the tea turning her lips red as she smirks at him from where she sits. Though Hotaru is not so easily distracted and moves easily into the next topic. "After spending so much of my life in the cold, I don't have the same longing for warmth, but I feel hot springs are allowed the be the exception with how delightful they are." A small trickle of laughter leaves her even as she sets her teacup on the table at her side, idly crossing her legs and humming in consideration of his next question. "Quite well. It took some time to convince people to try it out - Halovians are not the type to vacation or let strangers touch them - but word of mouth moved quite fast. Soldiers, hunters, shop workers...I have quite the steady flow of newcomers and familiars alike now." And yet she still feels so empty. For all she can touch them, it is an experience that is never returned. Ironic then that he calls this place warm, because Hotaru has never felt colder these days.
Gasoline kiss on my lips
Tell yourself you know it's me
Tell yourself you know it's me
