The chairs are strictly utilitarian things, all hard edges and unyielding lines that offer support but not an ounce of comfort. Yet Chelsea lounges in hers as though it came with plush cushions and a flexible spine, seemingly at ease with herself and her surroundings. A lollipop is in her mouth; she toys with it idly as she scans the questions.
"—Which tool in a standard toolbox is most useful to you?" A pause, then a lazy grin spreads across her face. "Oh, this sounds like a much better question to start with. Like, what does someone's favorite color have to do with anything?"
Her focus shifts to the person sitting across from her. A cocked eyebrow, the slightest dip of her head forward. Something that might be a challenge glitters in those bright red eyes as she waits, expectant, for an answer.
"Well?"
( scenario ii.)
Despite the heat, one of the cadets is working away at a lollipop with obvious relish as she gazes out the window. There's an easy smile on her face, no obvious tension to be found in the lines of her body, yet the look in her eyes is grim as well as faraway. It's not the gaze of someone wrapped up in idle, pleasant thoughts.....Ah, but maybe that's just a trick of the light. Because in the next moment, she's turning easily to offer another lollipop (this one still wrapped) to the nearest person with a grin too lazy and too mischievous to be appropriate in the slightest. As if this was a carefree school trip to somewhere fun, somewhere safe.
"Hey, you want one? It's a long trip."
There's only coy amusement to be found in her gaze, now.
chelsea | akame ga kill!
The chairs are strictly utilitarian things, all hard edges and unyielding lines that offer support but not an ounce of comfort. Yet Chelsea lounges in hers as though it came with plush cushions and a flexible spine, seemingly at ease with herself and her surroundings. A lollipop is in her mouth; she toys with it idly as she scans the questions.
"—Which tool in a standard toolbox is most useful to you?" A pause, then a lazy grin spreads across her face. "Oh, this sounds like a much better question to start with. Like, what does someone's favorite color have to do with anything?"
Her focus shifts to the person sitting across from her. A cocked eyebrow, the slightest dip of her head forward. Something that might be a challenge glitters in those bright red eyes as she waits, expectant, for an answer.
"Well?"
( scenario ii.)
Despite the heat, one of the cadets is working away at a lollipop with obvious relish as she gazes out the window. There's an easy smile on her face, no obvious tension to be found in the lines of her body, yet the look in her eyes is grim as well as faraway. It's not the gaze of someone wrapped up in idle, pleasant thoughts.....Ah, but maybe that's just a trick of the light. Because in the next moment, she's turning easily to offer another lollipop (this one still wrapped) to the nearest person with a grin too lazy and too mischievous to be appropriate in the slightest. As if this was a carefree school trip to somewhere fun, somewhere safe.
"Hey, you want one? It's a long trip."
There's only coy amusement to be found in her gaze, now.
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