she's the kind of girl you can never please
The calamity is plainly visible on the woman's face, which only feeds into Hotaru's arguably sadistic pleasure over having stopped the transaction in time. The threat is adorable, not unlike a child stamping their foot or a puppy growling threateningly. Still, she concedes the prospect with an elegant tilt of her head so as not to offend Alys by laughing at the idea. Perhaps in time she would after all. Hotaru would love to be surprised. It is a quick affair to be seated which is a relief given the busy hours are approaching. Setting their bags beneath the table at their feet, the Valkyrie ties her hair back with a small satin bow and perches her elbows on the edge of the wood between them. The fingers of one hand trace her bottom lip in habitual motion of contemplation, considering the options before her. "I have no relationships to speak of, and my career is well-developed. I feel perhaps a little lost in my personal life - is that enough for you to start with?" It sounds like the Seer would fit her best in the general reading. And though that small bit of vulnerability is a far cry from anything truly deep, Ru considers to herself that she still has a long way to go with trusting people.
Hotaru
