[ like this, with her defenses down, nazuna's expression is a little more readable than usual. there's none of her usual laissez-faire attitude, no laughter or bawdy jokes or half-assed flirtations tumbling from her lips. there's just a tired young woman there before leviathan, a bit of confusion in her eyes.

(she's small enough that she has to crane her neck to rest her head on leviathan's shoulder. "like a doll," some people had called her. they're not wrong.) ]

...that so? [ she finally moves to hug leviathan back. her arms wrap around the other's frame; she exhales, somewhere between fond and hesitant. ] Guess you get it more than I thought.

[ she steps back, that small grin still on her face. ]

I ain't in finance or anything like that, but... what's your thoughts on grabbing a drink with a beautiful vampire instead?