[ this bastard?! ugh, this is what she gets for being involved with a teenage boy.
as one would expect, Rudbeckia shows up at their meeting place in short time and without complaint; despite that foreboding flash of something Gen had felt, she looks the same as ever, though purged of her Zenith Discord and dressed in new attire. there's a warm smile on her face, an empty wicker basket hanging off her arm, and a pair of sha ears perched atop her head reminiscent of the mask that Set sometimes wears. if it were anyone else, she'd feign a more chirpy, excited demeanour, but— ]
Hi, Gen. It's good to see you. [ Ruby slides into the seat across from him with nothing more than that soft greeting. they have an understanding, and she doesn't want to annoy him any more when he already seems to be in a foul mood. there are no questions about his health, no tearful apologies about her betrayal or Zenith's recent loss, no simpering platitudes over how glad she is that he seems well.
she moves on, simply: ] What did you need me to do for you?
[ her fingers are wrapped around the handle of the wicker basket she carries, knuckles white with tension. it's fine. she's used to having to endure this without showing it. ]
no subject
as one would expect, Rudbeckia shows up at their meeting place in short time and without complaint; despite that foreboding flash of something Gen had felt, she looks the same as ever, though purged of her Zenith Discord and dressed in new attire. there's a warm smile on her face, an empty wicker basket hanging off her arm, and a pair of sha ears perched atop her head reminiscent of the mask that Set sometimes wears. if it were anyone else, she'd feign a more chirpy, excited demeanour, but— ]
Hi, Gen. It's good to see you. [ Ruby slides into the seat across from him with nothing more than that soft greeting. they have an understanding, and she doesn't want to annoy him any more when he already seems to be in a foul mood. there are no questions about his health, no tearful apologies about her betrayal or Zenith's recent loss, no simpering platitudes over how glad she is that he seems well.
she moves on, simply: ] What did you need me to do for you?
[ her fingers are wrapped around the handle of the wicker basket she carries, knuckles white with tension. it's fine. she's used to having to endure this without showing it. ]