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17.Jun.19, 10:25 AM
Casa blinked and looked around at the sound of her name on a familiar but lately unheard voice. She’d been far-away, walking with a blank look on her face as she chatted with her dragon, twirling a lock of her golden blonde hair on her pointer finger. A warm smile spread across her lips, though, at the sight of Misharan. Like most of her more friendly age-mates, Misharan knew Casa wasn’t all sex and brainlessness, but she didn’t mind, since like R’dare and a handful of others, he kept his mouth shut and let her play her games. Casa figured the boys got their own form of amusement out of it, honestly.
“Far too long!” Casa chirped, dropping her hand so her hair created a sort of unhappy looking spiral where she’d been twirling it, and she patted the hand that was looped with her own. “Not particularly,” she laughed, holding her unoccupied hand before her mouth and tipping Misharan a wink. “No bookings either!” Casa didn’t miss the look of disgust on a couple of other folks’ faces, but she pretended to be oblivious and pranced along beside Misharan, her steps light and bouncing so her dress threatened to flash her arse to whomever was watching it.
“Whatever could be more important than you, my dear?” Casa asked dramatically, her hand now poised at her chest and her eyes widened with comical horror. She patted his arm again. “I was going to sit outside,” she said, not bothering to articulate that she’d already eaten a late lunch, and spent most of the past couple hours listening to some boring old dragonless fart or another. Casa was still trying to decide if the man were insane and had never Impressed, or had and lost his dragon in the Plague... “Did you come for food, or company?” She added, her lips twitching in amusement.
“Far too long!” Casa chirped, dropping her hand so her hair created a sort of unhappy looking spiral where she’d been twirling it, and she patted the hand that was looped with her own. “Not particularly,” she laughed, holding her unoccupied hand before her mouth and tipping Misharan a wink. “No bookings either!” Casa didn’t miss the look of disgust on a couple of other folks’ faces, but she pretended to be oblivious and pranced along beside Misharan, her steps light and bouncing so her dress threatened to flash her arse to whomever was watching it.
“Whatever could be more important than you, my dear?” Casa asked dramatically, her hand now poised at her chest and her eyes widened with comical horror. She patted his arm again. “I was going to sit outside,” she said, not bothering to articulate that she’d already eaten a late lunch, and spent most of the past couple hours listening to some boring old dragonless fart or another. Casa was still trying to decide if the man were insane and had never Impressed, or had and lost his dragon in the Plague... “Did you come for food, or company?” She added, her lips twitching in amusement.
