oh, so he wants to stay.   and she thought that daimon could be annoying.   her demeanor changes, body shifts from it’s previous position into something seemingly more relaxed.

     

❛ you want to see tough luck, lo-ver ? ❜   a curve returns into her lips, mockery on her tongue.   if he insists on being a pest, she has little to no problem putting her heel onto his head and pressing in until it’s over.   granted, with such an action there might come awful consequences and she needs to stop to think whether she feels like dealing with any of it.        ❛ why don’t we go somewhere a little less public and i’ll gladly show you what tough luck looks like. ❜

       _{❛ actually, i was thinking of spending a bit more time ‘round here. these people might not be the best amusement, but they are far more… breakable. ❜ not to mention with enough of a show he could have his fill of amusement for the day, but why stop there?}

      _{❛ sadly enough, ❜ he continued on,  ❛ you’re not exactly my type. ❜  it was his own way of saying he wasn’t going anywhere less public. that way, he wouldn’t get into something he couldn’t exactly get out of – at least not entirely.  ❛ maybe next time. ❜}