It's a quick quip, more amused than irritated as she watched him head to the fridge. The lingering of his gaze makes emboldens her further, slinking around the counter to meet him on the same side of the counter. Her movement makes the already dangerously short hem of her sweater dress rise another half-inch.
"Well..." she begins, folding her arms. "Your dad thought it ...'a failure of hospitality' if a foreign young lady were forced to leave his estate for anything short of an emergency."
In other words, she's being watched and not particularly willing to test trigger fingers. For such a proper explanation, the faint halo of purple light gives away her irritation.
Casually, she hops up to sit on the counter and stretches her legs out, wiggling her toes for emphasis and highlighting how short the 'dress' really is.
"Either way, something tells me that you don't mind me being in the way and kitchen has food, Shimada-san."
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It's a quick quip, more amused than irritated as she watched him head to the fridge. The lingering of his gaze makes emboldens her further, slinking around the counter to meet him on the same side of the counter. Her movement makes the already dangerously short hem of her sweater dress rise another half-inch.
"Well..." she begins, folding her arms. "Your dad thought it ...'a failure of hospitality' if a foreign young lady were forced to leave his estate for anything short of an emergency."
In other words, she's being watched and not particularly willing to test trigger fingers. For such a proper explanation, the faint halo of purple light gives away her irritation.
Casually, she hops up to sit on the counter and stretches her legs out, wiggling her toes for emphasis and highlighting how short the 'dress' really is.
"Either way, something tells me that you don't mind me being in the way and kitchen has food, Shimada-san."