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“what else should we call it? would there even be a better name for something so despicable? i mean— i could think of a few, but i’m not sure you’d like to hear them!” she giggles then, hand coming up to cover her mouth as her shoulders shake with the force of it. yes, we really are so funny! the rabbit would be so proud of us, wouldn’t he? oh yes, he would! frankly, she couldn’t care less about dancing, burlesque or otherwise, and had at least a minor appreciation for the art, but there was no way she’d ever admit info to someone like mika. there was something about the other female that drew aoi in, but it was certainly not for any pleasant reason. what could it be? how annoying, we don’t even know. so annoying, right? maybe the rabbit knows. ah, he probably does! we should find the rabbit! yes, let’s! she’s about to turn on her heel and skip off to do just that, the pink rabbit suddenly on the forefront of her mind once again, but mika’s stutter keeps the taller rooted to her spot. for a moment, silence settles between them as aoi sizes the other up, takes in her stance as her lips curl into the slightest of smirks.
how pathetic. she’s so pathetic, right? can’t even talk without a stutter! oh, how bad we feel for her. how sad her life must be!
she manages to hold her laughter in as she steps close enough to the other to catch a lock of her hair and curl it around her finger in a loving manner, her own head tilting to the side as she continues to eye the younger her face morphing into its usual cheerful mask. she felt like puking, being so close to something so disgraceful was making her sick, but it was always a good time to toy with the things she found less than satisfactory. currently, mika was one of her favorite playthings, though due to their shared distaste of each other, it wasn’t often she got to play with her. how sad, really. she could show her such fun things if she just let her in. how exciting it’d be. aoi was sure she’d love the lemon candy and the creatures that lurked within the yellow light. her eyes glitter with excitement, but she contains herself for the show.
“you’re sooo cute, y'know?” she hums, letting the lock of hair fall from her finger, but she doesn’t leave mika’s bubble. she has no plans to, so she leaves the choice to mika. whether she played into her games or not didn’t really matter as either way, aoi would enjoy her reaction. her tongue pokes out to wet her lips and she hums at the taste of strawberry, forgetting she’d put on her favorite gloss that morning. it made her lips a nice, sparkly pink. “the stutter is a bit of a problem, though, don’t you think?” she pauses, taking a moment to card her fingers through her hair, annoyed with the way it’s fallen into her face, obstructing her view of the other. mika’s still pink. the pink she didn’t deserve. how annoying. she wanted to paint her yellow. or green. or blue. maybe purple. anything but pink. the creatures laughing in the corner of the street seem to agree with her.
“we could fix it. if you wanted. do you like candy?”
mika stiffens the moment her personal bubble is breached, letting out a shaky exhale as optics narrow upon the female ahead of her. the second aoi’s scent wrapped around her like an unwanted hug, the brunettes fight or flight kicked in and hands immediately stretched ahead to ( gently ) push back the female. obviously unaware of the strand of hair that lay tangled up in pretty pink fingers, ❛ shit - what the fuck aoi ?! ❜ she tilts her head as she attempts to break free auburn strands, fixing her composure as her scowl only grows. her cheeks a little flushed from the overall closeness & comments, with tongue to cheek she averts her gaze. mainly to avoid adding fuel to the fire with her flustered state, as from their previous encounters - mike had pretty much figured out by now more or less what makes aoi tick. theres a glint in her eye whenever she slips up, very much how they shined moments ago at the mere presence of mika’s stutter.
❛ what do you mean fix it ? it just happens sometimes. stop being so weirdly condescending. god. ❜ defensive & quick to respond to comments, mika’s gaze once again finds the female’s, her irritated demeanour still present, however the small glint of rose that dusted her cheeks had fortunately faded. “a bit of a problem” lingered in her mind, it was a problem. she knew that. it was embarrassing, every time it happens the cringe that rushes through her is almost as prominent as the previous. if not more. but that didn’t mean others could point it out, it’s somehow worse that way. acknowledging it off her own personal accord is okay, it’s a quirk she has. that’s it. but aoi mentioning it, using it to call her “cute” and drip a condescending tone into the conversation because of it, is something much more than degrading.
with choosing to ignore any further comments about her career, as by this point, she’s pretty much tired of explaining the concept of dance to this individual. mika attempts to divert the attention onto aoi by quick firing questions in return to her own. brows furrow as she exhales, more stable than it was before, ❛ candy ? that’s a strange thing to ask. are we talking about charlie and the chocolate factory candy or ... well ... ❜ taking a glance at aoi from head to toe, mike pauses, gesturing to aoi’s appearance. ❛ your type of candy. whatever the fuck that might be today. ❜
mika would be lying if she said she didn’t feel an ounce of sorrow for the girl. it’s probably the relativity. having a similar stage like this in her life, of course not even CLOSE to how aoi had gotten herself, even if she didn’t want to, she sees herself in the female. probably where the hate & anger comes from, at least on her end. the countless conversations and meetings they have always end with negative thoughts, but mike still chooses to interact. why ? does she feel a fucked up need to be around her ? regardless, that didn’t matter right now. what mattered is how fast a hand would be to her cheek if she stepped in her space a second time.