[ the look of disbelief tickles her, much as she'd amuse herself more on his growling or grumbling, perhaps an annoyed shout or two.
for now, she's content to be his audience when he crosses back and forth by her, delivering the rest of his orders on steadfast legs. silly as it all looks, his shape and scent is that of a warrior, etched like practice built in his muscles. what the oni king finds so fascinating about him is his potential to entertain her — and the durability to continue to do so, even after she's decided to sink her claws into him.
her dark daydreaming winds to a halt when she finally spots the layering of trays on kurogane's shoulders. excitement practically twinkles in her eyes, bouncing off the kaleidoscope of colored liquid and shimmering glass as she sits up straight, lacing her fingers together as she gleefully awaits her prize.
she's on the verge of singing some too-lavishing praise, when the balance of it all begins to visibly shift. she watches, with half a mind to snatch anything she can, because while teasing the poor warrior was half the reason she ordered what she had, spilling that much alcohol was truly unforgivable.
but it's too late — the shattering seems to last an eternity, one glass atop the other and the liquids crashing together in great, sharp waves of ksh, ksh, ksh. ]
—Ah!
[ in the midst of it all, shuten makes some noise; a gasp, perhaps, lost in the clamor. spills certainly are expected, given the nature of the bar, but judging by the silence that descends in the place, this was the biggest they've had in a while.
shock widens her expression, the closest to utter devastation she's appeared since arriving here in hell half a year ago. ]
Oh ... what an awful waste...
[ her frown is deep and endless. ]
I might actually cry, seeing it all there on the floor.
RIP
for now, she's content to be his audience when he crosses back and forth by her, delivering the rest of his orders on steadfast legs. silly as it all looks, his shape and scent is that of a warrior, etched like practice built in his muscles. what the oni king finds so fascinating about him is his potential to entertain her — and the durability to continue to do so, even after she's decided to sink her claws into him.
her dark daydreaming winds to a halt when she finally spots the layering of trays on kurogane's shoulders. excitement practically twinkles in her eyes, bouncing off the kaleidoscope of colored liquid and shimmering glass as she sits up straight, lacing her fingers together as she gleefully awaits her prize.
she's on the verge of singing some too-lavishing praise, when the balance of it all begins to visibly shift. she watches, with half a mind to snatch anything she can, because while teasing the poor warrior was half the reason she ordered what she had, spilling that much alcohol was truly unforgivable.
but it's too late — the shattering seems to last an eternity, one glass atop the other and the liquids crashing together in great, sharp waves of ksh, ksh, ksh. ]
—Ah!
[ in the midst of it all, shuten makes some noise; a gasp, perhaps, lost in the clamor. spills certainly are expected, given the nature of the bar, but judging by the silence that descends in the place, this was the biggest they've had in a while.
shock widens her expression, the closest to utter devastation she's appeared since arriving here in hell half a year ago. ]
Oh ... what an awful waste...
[ her frown is deep and endless. ]
I might actually cry, seeing it all there on the floor.
[ her voice is — wavering. ]
I thought you could do it, too...