14.Dec.19, 09:44 AM
“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” Casa chirped, rolling her eyes dramatically as she stared down at Kordiavis, hands on her hips. She didn’t bother moving until he sighed and looked up at her, and she scrunched her lips up to blow him a kiss. Only then did Casa move, shifting aside and dropping down onto the ground beside him, pulling her short skirt down under her and curling her legs under herself. Winter it might have been, technically, but Casa still found the day more than warm enough to get around in her short dresses. Granted, this one had long sleeves, and she had long socks on that went over her knees, but her skirt still barely covered her arse.
Comfortably seated, more than likely too close for Kordiavis’ comfort, Casa rested her cheek on his shoulder for a few moments, looking down at what he’d been working on but not commenting on it. The only art Casa knew anything about was whatever Azrin had deemed worth of knowing about for his snotty parties. Not to say that Casa didn’t appreciate her talented and artistic friends. It was just that she wasn’t interested in the stuff, and she’d learned young that most of them didn’t like talking about it, anyway. Which was silly. If you liked something, and you were good at it, you should definitely flaunt it. Like her, with sex. Mmhm.
“So, why are you sulking today?” She asked cheerfully, sitting up a bit straighter so she could lift an eyebrow at him and watch his expression. Casa found Kordiavis was one of the harder ones to read, but not impossible. She just had to pay attention – which sometimes she just didn’t care to do. For now, she was curious. Depending on his answer (both verbal and physical) would determine if she chased that particular wherry or just ignored it and basked in the midday sun while also annoying him by merely breathing within his hearing. Casa beamed at him.
Comfortably seated, more than likely too close for Kordiavis’ comfort, Casa rested her cheek on his shoulder for a few moments, looking down at what he’d been working on but not commenting on it. The only art Casa knew anything about was whatever Azrin had deemed worth of knowing about for his snotty parties. Not to say that Casa didn’t appreciate her talented and artistic friends. It was just that she wasn’t interested in the stuff, and she’d learned young that most of them didn’t like talking about it, anyway. Which was silly. If you liked something, and you were good at it, you should definitely flaunt it. Like her, with sex. Mmhm.
“So, why are you sulking today?” She asked cheerfully, sitting up a bit straighter so she could lift an eyebrow at him and watch his expression. Casa found Kordiavis was one of the harder ones to read, but not impossible. She just had to pay attention – which sometimes she just didn’t care to do. For now, she was curious. Depending on his answer (both verbal and physical) would determine if she chased that particular wherry or just ignored it and basked in the midday sun while also annoying him by merely breathing within his hearing. Casa beamed at him.