SilverBlack
Endless Dreams
Cleo Donovan
The moment was brief, but she caught it. Unlike that cheerful, overly-happy mask that the girl was wearing earlier, Cleo saw Tinkerbell without a smile for a split second--focused, focused on something, something unknown. She had narrowed her eyes, her presence quiet. As expected, there's something suspicious about the girl. It'd be nice if she could get more information---
However, just as she could reach the rooftop fully, TInkerbell was gone. Damn it, she noticed, she cursed inside her head, a small sigh left her lips. It's alright, though, there's still chances left. It would be better to figure out the deal behind this mysterious magical girl though before it's too late--before they find out that she may be a potential threat, if that's ever to happen, that is.
Then she inhaled a quick, sharp breath from surprise when Tinkerbell suddenly swept down from above. It is also that same time when she noticed that Pamela was near her too. So she stormed off and came back, huh, she thought. It's as she thought, not everyone could trust this girl easily. Cleo briefly wondered why Fuka trusted them to her--more like why Ms. Turner allowed her to handle them--but Franscesca Turner, after all, is a whole entire mystery herself.
"Didn't know you're here too, Pamela," the girl greeted the other with her usual smile, tucking both hands into her pocket. She looked to Tinkerbell, who's smiling again, offering to make anything they want. By this time, Cleo had settled on her impression with her. She's fake, maybe a lot faker than May. It's definitely not someone Cleo would hang out with on her own will. However, that does not mean she would not show particularly obvious disdain just because of her personal impression.
"I want some cocaine," she said in the end, but before her words could be taken seriously she laughed. "Just kidding, don't wanna get that high tonight yet."
"Just exploring. You came to the rooftop suddenly so I got curious to see if there's anything here--but there seemed to be...Nothing much? It's a nice place to smoke and chill though," Cleo scanned the roof briefly, then blinked, wearing an innocent smile. She then took out a cigarette then lit it up, inhaling the nicotine and exhaled--watching the gray smoke dancing away with the winds. Proved her point. It's a nice place for a smoke.
"Pam, you want anything?"
Cleo turned to ask Pamela--she could genuinely be here because she wanted something out of Tinkerbell too. They were caught. She couldn't get much out of spying Tinkerbell except for that one unnatural expression she was wearing. That enough though, to Cleo, already means she's someone she needed to be on guard of. However, Cleo figured that they still have chances to learn more about the girl. She didn't expect her little spying task to go too well anyway. And even if she asked Tinkerbell directly, she figured the girl would not be willing to answer her questions.
She's someone who got something to hide, after all.
"You can stay. I'm leaving first. See ya around, Tinker."
With that, she turned around, walking downstairs, leaving Pamela her option to catch up or stay with Tinkerbell. The chef magical girl probably had her fill of questions about this place--and that girl--too.
However, just as she could reach the rooftop fully, TInkerbell was gone. Damn it, she noticed, she cursed inside her head, a small sigh left her lips. It's alright, though, there's still chances left. It would be better to figure out the deal behind this mysterious magical girl though before it's too late--before they find out that she may be a potential threat, if that's ever to happen, that is.
Then she inhaled a quick, sharp breath from surprise when Tinkerbell suddenly swept down from above. It is also that same time when she noticed that Pamela was near her too. So she stormed off and came back, huh, she thought. It's as she thought, not everyone could trust this girl easily. Cleo briefly wondered why Fuka trusted them to her--more like why Ms. Turner allowed her to handle them--but Franscesca Turner, after all, is a whole entire mystery herself.
"Didn't know you're here too, Pamela," the girl greeted the other with her usual smile, tucking both hands into her pocket. She looked to Tinkerbell, who's smiling again, offering to make anything they want. By this time, Cleo had settled on her impression with her. She's fake, maybe a lot faker than May. It's definitely not someone Cleo would hang out with on her own will. However, that does not mean she would not show particularly obvious disdain just because of her personal impression.
"I want some cocaine," she said in the end, but before her words could be taken seriously she laughed. "Just kidding, don't wanna get that high tonight yet."
"Just exploring. You came to the rooftop suddenly so I got curious to see if there's anything here--but there seemed to be...Nothing much? It's a nice place to smoke and chill though," Cleo scanned the roof briefly, then blinked, wearing an innocent smile. She then took out a cigarette then lit it up, inhaling the nicotine and exhaled--watching the gray smoke dancing away with the winds. Proved her point. It's a nice place for a smoke.
"Pam, you want anything?"
Cleo turned to ask Pamela--she could genuinely be here because she wanted something out of Tinkerbell too. They were caught. She couldn't get much out of spying Tinkerbell except for that one unnatural expression she was wearing. That enough though, to Cleo, already means she's someone she needed to be on guard of. However, Cleo figured that they still have chances to learn more about the girl. She didn't expect her little spying task to go too well anyway. And even if she asked Tinkerbell directly, she figured the girl would not be willing to answer her questions.
She's someone who got something to hide, after all.
"You can stay. I'm leaving first. See ya around, Tinker."
With that, she turned around, walking downstairs, leaving Pamela her option to catch up or stay with Tinkerbell. The chef magical girl probably had her fill of questions about this place--and that girl--too.
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