“Maybe that’s just a credit to what good friends we’re gonna be,” he said, almost contrary to her thoughts - if not for that tone in his voice. “So just where do you come from, Kureha?”
And then, just like that, it dissipated. He stood leaned back a little, pocketing his hands, an all-too-casual air sinking down where the slightly building pressure of a ravenous hunter had been before. An almost… pleasant smile touched his lips as he so dis-jarringly switched gears. It was alarmingly easy for him now, to rein in a little more control - despite however much he typically enjoyed the wild, feral rides of lust and hunger. “I have to say, you remind me of someone I used to know…”
She mostly disregarded his first comment and leaned back on her heels, wobbling to and fro as she considered his question. “Lots of places, I guess.” her gaze shifted through their surroundings for a moment before she continued, “For me, I guess home is where my feet are.”
A little different from the popular adage. Her heart could be in many places, places she couldn’t get to. Her feet however, well, they were always beneath her, somewhere she had to be.
Her head tilted at his last comment, considering his words carefully. She did have some strange sense of him, but not in that way. Not someone she knew, but somehow someone inevitably involved with her.
“Hm… how interesting. What happened to them, I wonder..”
(Source: lucky-disaster)
