Celestine
Celestine was a lot more use to these kinds of reactions from him, other people though, surely seemed pretty taken back by the whole thing. Blue eyes scanned to room for a moment, a scowl on her face as she gazed upon all the those who turned to look; quite a few of them turned themselves back around. Good, keep yourselves in your own business, no need for them to look over here; losers. "I may be, but you still like me anyway," she shrugged her shoulders lightly, "which is why I can assume you don't mind hanging around me, so it's all good to me~"
The woman sighed softly, her elbow placed gently onto the table as she rest her head into her hand. She sat this way for a moment probably, before sitting herself up and turning to Zo. She kinda of just stared at him for a moment, just an opposite personality from him. In a way they kind of balanced each other out. Strange thing honestly, but she always felt it that way ever since she had lost her arm. All the joy sucked out of her because of it. What she wouldn't give to go back and tell herself that it would all be ok. That young little Tarsian, broken and beaten. A sigh escaped her lips now as she went to eating a bit more. Zo had been there for her, before and after it all; she'd always wanted to tell him how grateful she was for it but could never find the words.
She furrowed her brow curiously, soon allowing herself to lean in close to the man beside her. It would be an understatement to say she wasn't confused as fuck. Though, she soon found out what it is he wanted to say. It caused her eyes to grow wide for a moment, a little blush on her face, then her eyes squinted into another scowl; but this time it was for his stupid ass. "Haha, so fucking funny," she shoved him a little and looked away, "even if I did you should find yourself lucky IF I did. I never said anything about me thinking you were attractive, I had just made the mistake of saying that I never said you weren't attractive."
God this was embarrassing, she shouldn't have said anything like that, she should have known the kind of reaction he'd have to it. Maybe there was some truth behind it, he was a very exotic looking man. Stood out among a crowd of people like a sore thumb and he held himself high as well. Always so approachable and likable as well, fucking hell; the asshole. Here she was though, spending time with him like always, something she'd grown fond of doing. Something she'd AlWAYS been fond of doing for that matter. It didn't matter how rash or harsh she was to him, because it never detoured him away from her. Probably the only person in the world not detoured by how she was. One day she hoped to change, somehow, then perhaps she could feel better about just... everything. That time wasn't coming anytime soon though, there was no doubt in her mind about that.
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