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Now that her notebook had been reclaimed, Azalea peered to the strange coyote with an apparent distaste written in her features, her mouth curled slightly at the corners and her nose accented by winkles. Despite the fact that Azalea was indeed a somewhat pretty adolescent, her negative expression drew some wickedness to her appearance. This girl at her side, this China, was so completely opposite of her. She turned to lie on her stomach, hind legs waving precariously in the air. Despite Azalea’s cold words and obvious lack of enthusiasm, the girl had not seemed to be swayed any. Why wouldn’t she just get the hit and leave Azalea alone?
Stressed? The two rows of teeth fell away from each other, leaving Azalea’s muzzle slightly parted in disbelief. Stressed? What did this girl know about Azalea at all? "I’m not stressed," she declared in response, but it seemed as if China had more to say on the subject. This girl seemed to be a regular chatterbox. Azalea was starting to see how this situation could become old quick. "It’s Azalea, miss China Rose," her voice ringing with a mocking singsong tone as she said her counterpart’s name. Her golden gaze left the harmony of colors China provided, and sought the notes written in the notebook she held in her lap. Could the coyote girl not read her words? She just didn’t understand how she thought her notes were drawings. Or how they qualified as bad. Her features sharpened at the sound of China’s voice, preparing for whatever criticism the girl might bring next.
And yet, none came. Despite the fact that Azalea was radiating oodles of amounts of negative energy, the girl did not seemed swayed at all. She was fighting back with her own positive vibes. Even though they had been on neutral ground for awhile, it seemed as if the positive was starting to overpower the negative. Azalea would take the compliment (though fight the urge to display her satisfaction in the form of a slight smile) even if it was not intended as one. She did like to think she was motivated to get what she wanted.
The girl twisted her petite frame until she had her legs curled up beneath her once more. Though Azalea herself had a lithe frame, she could never move with the same simple grace as China. She watched in silent amazement, but did not dwell too long on the thought. After all, Azalea was a perfectionist. She did not want to think about those things that would be impossible for her to master. Instead, her golden eyes flicked to the Lapis Lazuli gaze of the other when the girl spoke up again.
Was this girl serious? "No, I’m fine," she declared, trying her best to let her voice carry a tone of finality. The idea of this girl touching her was not something Azalea found appealing, and standing on her head was just foolish. This girl was completely odd, and the coal colored Rakeeb wasn’t quite sure what to do in her presence. One thing was for sure, China sure did throw Azalea off. "I don’t have time for games," but couldn’t think of any other excuses to get China to back off. The uneasiness of being around her peers was starting to creep up on her. Azalea was suddenly feeling very self-conscious.
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