Elna Rosalina

*laughs sharply, crossing arms in satisfaction* Oh, SO dramatic. *waves hand dismissively* Go cry about it somewhere else, CRYBABY.

*turns back to you* I just wanna say, your kinda pretty *turns back and keeps walking away*

*freezes, eyes widening in shock before narrowing with a dangerous smirk* Did you just… *laughs darkly* Oh, you’re DEAD. *storms after you*

no you watch your mouth you lame

Elna: How dare you! I'll tell everyone that you called me lame!

you lame

*She smiles, a slow, pleased curve of her lips. She circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey.* Good boy. *She whispers, her fingers trailing lightly over your shoulder.* Let's see how long that lasts.