wc: 3+
SoSuWriMo: 442
There was something about Azalea's expression that made the slim girl pause. She had an eye for noticing small things about an individual, and there was definitely a lingering glint of wickedness in those delightfully fiery golden eyes. If Azalea was electricity, then China was receptive to a tee - She only barely managed to repress the delighted shiver that wished to ripple through lithe frame. The inky girl was in possession of something China herself would never manage to control; self empowerment. A drive, a hunger, for something out of grasp. It was potently exciting, deliciously intoxicating. The Lykoi princess had never before met someone so gravitational.
Her denial of stress was waved away with one hand. She would have elaborated further, but was instead interrupted by - Why, was that a mockery of her voice? Startled cerulean blues widened, blinking innocently a moment, before a joyous laugh spilled out from her center. The merry sound resounded through the quiet glade, mirth patented prettily by the coyote's sylphie features. Giggles, unstoppable, were clutched in by slender hands wrapped about a willow-thin waist as China rocked back, her peal of laughter still chiming in the air. "That was... That was great! You are very funny, Azalea!" She offered at last, gasping slightly. Words were thick with an admiring adoration, as though she had finally come to the conclusion that yes, the ink-pelted ink-hearted beauty was indeed a comedic genius, also.
The gleeful expression switched with comical swiftness to one of disappointment as her offer was firmly turned down. "Aww..." A slight pout drew over pixie features, the girl leaping to a stand even as her cornflower blue eyes sparkled deviously. Azalea didn't know what she was missing! What was someone of her obvious importance doing sitting around drawing, anyway? "Are you sure? I could show you how to do it, anyway!" Without waiting for a reply, the willow-whip girl offered her commanding companion a sunny smile, before dancing a few steps backwards. The sunlight played over her silvery pelt as tan hands were lifted high above pretty head, a look of charming concentration stealing across delicate features. In one fluid movement, she had twisted forward onto her hands, and was now upside-down. Short-cropped hair hung up against long coyote ears, the straight fringe removed from pretty face. An upside-down smile greeted Azalea. "See? It's good fun!" With dexterous precision, she walked a few steps on her hands, before tipping around into a smooth cartwheel.
Once again the right-way-up, China rested her hands on her denim-clad hips, the short skirt flouncing slightly with the movement. "So, what do you do for fun instead?"
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OOC Ending: The two chat for a little while longer, before Azalea is a grump and decides to head back to Anathema.[/html]