Do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful? [Closed]

[ivy_girl]

Characters: Luppi and Cirucci.
Content: The two prima donnas decide to meet up to plan things for the Plane Race. It will probably just give way to gossip and snarky bitching, though. B]
Setting: Cirucci's room.
Time: After the announcement of the race and after Luppi's entry about it.
Warnings: Luppi and Cirucci. In one room. With their haet.

Comments

You forgot about the dresses 8D

[swallow_wing]

She cracked the door open, peering at the boy(-girl) on the other side. A smirk played at her lips, smug, self satisfied, as she opened it a couple more inches. "Lup-pi~," she called, sing-song, eyes lit with mischief. "It's not polite to keep a girl waiting~"

She straightened out, savoring the couple of inches height-wise her boots gave her over Luppi. Lifting her eyes from his feet to his own gaze, she chastised him, almost cooed. "Especially big sister Cirucci, mm?" She clipped her fingertips around his sleeve, yanking on it to pull him inside.

Closing the door behind them, Cirucci whirled around in a circle, her poofy skirt fluttering up and down just the slightest, before putting her hands on her hips. The smirk was still plastered on her face. "So," she started, cocking her head to the side. Her voice lowered. "About to have some fun, are we?"

Oh god, are you going to abuse my poor trap!? D'=

[ivy_girl]

Luppi scowled as he was dragged in and huffed, folding his arms with a sort of practiced ease despite the trailing sleeves. Well, after he'd faffed about with them, trying to reverse the stretching caused by the tug, anyway.

"Fun? We're supposed to be discussing the plane race, Cirucci." He griped, giving her an unhappy look.

He had a feeling that the entire thing would just collapse into bitching, but he didn't expect her to break out the sneakiness so soon! All they needed was alcohol to break down the barriers. Luckily, it didn't appear that Cirucci had come quite that prepared.

Is it abuse if he wants it? 8D

[swallow_wing]

She sighed, hands moving outwards from both of her hips, palms facing up as she gave a light shrug. "That's what I meant, of course~" She leaned forward, arms now folding across her chest. "You suggested it so we could finally have a fun mission, didn't you? We're allowed to have a little celebration with it, you know."

She walked forward, stopping when she reached his side. Smiling smugly to herself, still, she spoke quiet but assuredly, eyes closed. "No need to be so hostile to your sister, mm?" She waited a moment, before circling around his back to his other side--and walked further into her room, by a drawer, almost humming to herself. She rummaged through the contents of one pull out, before her smile sharpened to a wicked grin, hand closing around a tiny item in particular.

With her back still to him, she continued, almost innocently, "And planning doesn't need to be a dull exercise either. Surely you realize that~?"

What if he doesn't want it? =|

[ivy_girl]

He huffed a little, a quick, sharp sigh expelled through the nose with irritation. He watched what she was doing though, curious as to what she was searching for. As she walked back to him, he took the time to let those lilac eyes of his roam the room, to see exactly what she'd done to the typically boring cabins of the Silvana.

"...I suppose~, but you don't have to make them torture, either." He said, looking at her hand with suspicion. "What've you got there?"

He was wary.