[ It was maybe not the wisest thing to poke the sleeping bear like this, so to speak. However, Missy was nothing if she wasn't at least a little reckless, always dancing on the edge of a knife instead of taking the more sensible approach. She can see the subtle difference in the tune, the lack of verbalizing that she should or could trust him.
The smile lost a little of its sugariness and softened almost imperceptibly into something more genuine. Just barely. She took a drink from the bubble tea before setting it aside, plucking up her spoon, and poking her tom kha around in its bowl. ]
Diving in deep already, are we? And we haven't even had our starter yet.
[ She hums thoughtfully as she slides to lay on the floor in front of her bowl, still stirring the soup idly as she takes her time making herself comfortable. Eventually, she settles on her stomach, legs bent at the knee, heels in the air. She takes a loud, slurping sip of the broth, makes a noise of contentment, and then finally -- finally seems ready to answer his question. ]
No. [ a beat. because it's tempting to just leave it at that. Before she wouldn't have hesitated to keep egging him on, poke him until something snapped-- but there was a reason why she was here. Why she allowed herself to stay within the forcefield, within the Vault, with only minimal attempts at prodding the security. ]
Though, I can't say I've always been a man, either. I think it rather suits me, no idea why I hadn't tried it out eons ago.
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Date: 2021-06-24 04:12 pm (UTC)The smile lost a little of its sugariness and softened almost imperceptibly into something more genuine. Just barely. She took a drink from the bubble tea before setting it aside, plucking up her spoon, and poking her tom kha around in its bowl. ]
Diving in deep already, are we? And we haven't even had our starter yet.
[ She hums thoughtfully as she slides to lay on the floor in front of her bowl, still stirring the soup idly as she takes her time making herself comfortable. Eventually, she settles on her stomach, legs bent at the knee, heels in the air. She takes a loud, slurping sip of the broth, makes a noise of contentment, and then finally -- finally seems ready to answer his question. ]
No. [ a beat. because it's tempting to just leave it at that. Before she wouldn't have hesitated to keep egging him on, poke him until something snapped-- but there was a reason why she was here. Why she allowed herself to stay within the forcefield, within the Vault, with only minimal attempts at prodding the security. ]
Though, I can't say I've always been a man, either. I think it rather suits me, no idea why I hadn't tried it out eons ago.