[ Wait, no, that's not the point here. She was about to leave the topic at that and move onto the next part of their little speed date before time's up, but what he says about her panties gets her to do a doubletake. ]
What- the nerve! [ Oh god, she could slap him so easily. She's huffing and puffing, and instead of slapping him, she slams her hands on the table. ] I think we're done here! You've had your fun, and I'm sure someone else would be happy to give their panties to you.
[ Even if he's serious or not, she sure as hell is embarrassed beyond belief by such a request. Her face is so red as she scowls at his general direction. Rather than walk away though—which she could so easily do—she actually stands there and waits for an apology... ]
( oh boy, he's definitely offended this one--the table rattles, her hand slammed onto it, and though he should jump, he doesn't. he waits, settled back in his seat, full of warm, quiet amusement; in some ways she reminds him of another girl he knows, back home, one that he has no shortage of teasing altercations with, just like this.
she might be leaving now, but she'll be back. it's not like there's anywhere really for them to go except onto the next speed date, and then what? she's trapped in this place just like the rest of them.
however, she's not--actually leaving. with a lift of a brow, he sits up a little taller, waiting; she definitely is disgruntled, but she seems to be waiting for something. )
Eh~? What is it? ( a tilt of his head, playful. ) Are you waiting for something?
( his lips spread into a grin. ) Sit back down. We can work out some kind of deal, right?
[ The resort is a big place. They can easily miss each other if they aren't there in the right place at the right time. At the same time though, they really can't go anywhere else. It's very likely they'll bump into each other again, whether she likes it or not.
Weiss does not leave and expects an apology not because of any future instances wherein they do run into each other, but rather because she's far too prideful to not up and leave without one. She is practically demanding one, and she might not be able to get on with the rest of her day without it. ]
I'm waiting for something, yes. [ Said in between gritted teeth. ] You're supposed to be saying something.
[ And no, she does not "sit back down" as she is told. She will very angrily stand, arms crossed, absolutely indignant. The more she's given instructions, the more she does not want to follow them like the brat that she is. ]
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[ Wait, no, that's not the point here. She was about to leave the topic at that and move onto the next part of their little speed date before time's up, but what he says about her panties gets her to do a doubletake. ]
What- the nerve! [ Oh god, she could slap him so easily. She's huffing and puffing, and instead of slapping him, she slams her hands on the table. ] I think we're done here! You've had your fun, and I'm sure someone else would be happy to give their panties to you.
[ Even if he's serious or not, she sure as hell is embarrassed beyond belief by such a request. Her face is so red as she scowls at his general direction. Rather than walk away though—which she could so easily do—she actually stands there and waits for an apology... ]
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she might be leaving now, but she'll be back. it's not like there's anywhere really for them to go except onto the next speed date, and then what? she's trapped in this place just like the rest of them.
however, she's not--actually leaving. with a lift of a brow, he sits up a little taller, waiting; she definitely is disgruntled, but she seems to be waiting for something. )
Eh~? What is it? ( a tilt of his head, playful. ) Are you waiting for something?
( his lips spread into a grin. ) Sit back down. We can work out some kind of deal, right?
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Weiss does not leave and expects an apology not because of any future instances wherein they do run into each other, but rather because she's far too prideful to not up and leave without one. She is practically demanding one, and she might not be able to get on with the rest of her day without it. ]
I'm waiting for something, yes. [ Said in between gritted teeth. ] You're supposed to be saying something.
[ And no, she does not "sit back down" as she is told. She will very angrily stand, arms crossed, absolutely indignant. The more she's given instructions, the more she does not want to follow them like the brat that she is. ]