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"Ya mad at me?" He is grinning.
@despairforme
"Mad? Why would I be mad?"
-> But despite the exaggerated fake shock in their tone, so soured under the too much sweetness it could be a tart candy, their tail gives a heavy and uncharacteristic snap against the ground. It doesn't mean anything, of course---Lyric could stomp around and crack rocks and throw a fit all they wanted, but none of it would hold a candle to Nnoitra's strength any time soon, and so their options of true recourse are limited. Their arms cross tightly over their chest, snug around their ribs, and they turn their head away from his sardonic grin with a Hmpf! sound as their tail gives another displeased thump.
"I assume this is about Gita, if you cared to get her name, but I'll have you know I'm well past it."
-> Their tone somewhat belies otherwise, but they aren't raising their voice and they aren't taking on an intonation above querulous at best. They know the only way to play this game is to not play at all ( see: allowing their good natured frustrations about the treatment of their friend to get to them ) and they must gently remind themselves that Nnoitra is not Tesla. The banter carries far more weight if they irritate him, and far less empathy if they bore him, so they attempt to keep it in check. They have easily had this conversation out twice over with Gita herself, anyways.
"I was just invested in the well treatment of my friend, even if she said otherwise. But you're both adults, and who am I to fuss at her like a mother hen for her selections."
-> But they don't uncurl themselves, and it doesn't stop their tail tip from twitching in the remaining frustration that Gita does not care as much for gentleness as Lyric would like her to. A lady of death to the bone, her decision was true to form, even if Lyric didn't understand it.
"So, no, I'm not mad at you. Not that I could do anything even if I was."
#despairforme#* questions and answers.#my notifications have been unreliable lately so im tagging people in asks jic#⋇ WITH THEIR CAVIAR AND DEAD CIGARS THE AIR WAS SAUNA HOT: BLEACH / BURN THE WITCH
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