[in the mess hall]

[heirofthedog]

[What's this? The girl who can be seen every day eating with gusto, rain, sleet or snow, sitting in front of a large cake, and not touching it? You might be seeing a pig fluttering in the background somewhere.

Is there something wrong with it? Well. There's also a note in her hands to go with it, which she's currently frowning at.]

[Belated

Comments

[seireitei_ink]

[...why is it always little girls with these pings?]

[heirofthedog]

[to be fair, you're not all that and a bag of chips, buddy. turning to look at you.]

What.

[seireitei_ink]

[confrontational already, eh? just as I suspected >(]

Problem?

[heirofthedog]

[You can start it if you want it.]

Is there?

[seireitei_ink]

I'm not sure yet.

[heirofthedog]

How 'bout I let you know?

[if you look at the soul...it's not in control, but her control's not much better. and also, it looks like this has been going on for at least ten years.]

[seireitei_ink]

[yeah, I'm not liking the things I sense]

How about you explain yourself.

[heirofthedog]

An' just what should I have to explain to the likes of you?

[serving herself a slice of cake now]

[seireitei_ink]

Because I'm giving you the chance to.

[heirofthedog]

An' why should I do that, exactly? Big bad guy like yourself, I don't have any problems with you. Unless you're trying to start some.

[seireitei_ink]

I'm just making it clear that if people are in danger, I'll be there to stop it.

[heirofthedog]

[takes a bite and chews it for a bit before responding]

Does that make you feel like a badass, mister?

[seireitei_ink]

It's my job.

[heirofthedog]

[snorts]

Uh-huh. Well, you can go do your job somewhere else. 'cuz you don't need to do it here. Got that?

[seireitei_ink]

Right, because you have it completely under control.

[heirofthedog]

It's agitated 'cuz you're here. So either you can stand here and keep talking to me, and make it worse, or you can leave.