[ that abrasive voice comes from somewhere just to the right, just out of allen's line of sight. ]
Little fuckin' flying annoyances is what they are.
[ as she continues to talk, Panty finally appears, all tall and long legs. her arms cross over her chest as she finally spies Allen, and her features twist up into a devious sort of smirk. despite her own clothes being somewhat more "magical" than they already were, they're still just as revealing as ever, white cloth criss-crossing over her chest and down to reveal her stomach; her skirt is still short, barely covering half her thighs. ]
Oi, when'd you get here?
[ he smells like fresh meat, too. there was never a time in her life that Panty would stop and think about what she wanted: she always went for it. right now that urge was stronger than it's ever been, making her strides quick and meaningful. ]
[ sadly so, it's all the fucks she has to give; far be it from her to actually care about someone else on an emotional level. her stride doesn't falter no matter how far back Allen shuffles himself, however an eyebrow does raise, and she places one hand on her hip. Panty doesn't give a shit how she gets him down on his back so long as it happens, and if that means pinning him against a tree before throwing him down, so be it.
as for her clothing--? it's a far sight more than she usually wears at times like these, so Allen should consider himself lucky. ...for now. ]
I've been dyin' for a bit of company. And you... [ she hisses, planting one hand on his shoulder before letting it slide around to the back of his neck. ] ...You'll do.
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[The fairies flitting about the blind violinist had been good company, and now they played in her hair and slipped a pin behind her ear. She smiled at them thankfully.]
[However, she noticed that she was feeling . . . competitive.]
[Thus, she approached the nearest person that she'd found (which happened to be Allen) and said,]
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[ that abrasive voice comes from somewhere just to the right, just out of allen's line of sight. ]
Little fuckin' flying annoyances is what they are.
[ as she continues to talk, Panty finally appears, all tall and long legs. her arms cross over her chest as she finally spies Allen, and her features twist up into a devious sort of smirk. despite her own clothes being somewhat more "magical" than they already were, they're still just as revealing as ever, white cloth criss-crossing over her chest and down to reveal her stomach; her skirt is still short, barely covering half her thighs. ]
Oi, when'd you get here?
[ he smells like fresh meat, too. there was never a time in her life that Panty would stop and think about what she wanted: she always went for it. right now that urge was stronger than it's ever been, making her strides quick and meaningful. ]
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as for her clothing--? it's a far sight more than she usually wears at times like these, so Allen should consider himself lucky. ...for now. ]
I've been dyin' for a bit of company. And you... [ she hisses, planting one hand on his shoulder before letting it slide around to the back of his neck. ] ...You'll do.
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[However, she noticed that she was feeling . . . competitive.]
[Thus, she approached the nearest person that she'd found (which happened to be Allen) and said,]
I challenge you!
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