The first Kora reached Dorien without making a sound, even as he was withing thwacking distance of the prissy human. A second passed, then another, and finally, the Zoroark struck. With a speedy WHAP, he slapped the pool noodle on the back of Dorien's head. The copy let out a laugh, before vanishing in a puff of air, leaving only the noodle behind.
Dorien had half a mind to follow Odette over to wherever she was going with those women. Odette was a woman who swung both ways, wasn't she? So surely those other girls could have been wooing her as he sat there with his thoughts. First the men, now the girls? Could he not fucking take her
anywhere without people swarming? It was always like that back home, with his stupid friends and his brothers, but he even had to worry about it in the
multiverse?
Mum was like that. Mum attracted everyone...she was just like that.
Absurd. Odette was
his. She was
his girlfriend.
His prey.
His ticket to Florent's grace. Who the
fuck did these other plebeians think they were, trying to inch around him?
Why did Odette get to be like that? Why did she get to be so perfect? Why was she just like her?
You're awfully upset right now, aren't you? Perhaps you should have killed that woman when I fucking told you to. Then you wouldn't have to be wallowing in your envy, huh?
His eyes slipped shut. His fanning sped up.
No. No. No. This is exactly why he needed to sit and calm himself down. Everything was flying out of out of control in his head, and he needed to get a reign on himself before he flew off the handle. He couldn't afford to do that again; Florent would
not be happy a second time. Not to mention, he didn't want to scare Odette off--not when he was this close to her already.
He didn't want to kill her; not in the slightest. At least, not right now. But
fuck, it was all just--
WHACK.
He flinched violently, having been so caught up in his thoughts that he'd completely forgotten where he was. He
certainly wasn't expecting to be hit by whatever it was. He quickly turned around and glared daggers at the pool noodle that had been left behind, before cutting his gaze all around him.
"Now who the fuck--?!" he growled, thumbing the spot he'd been hit. It had to have been that 'Wott. Or the Zoroarck. More likely that stupid dark type than anything. "Fucking low lives."
Truly, he did
not bring enough toxins for today.
Placing a finger upon the lip of her mask in mock inquisitiveness, she said, "Surely your own followers wouldn't angered by such constant requests?" She opened her arm up and tilted her head, "I'm sure there's quite a bit of pressure on you, my friend," and proceeded to place it on Odette's shoulder, "The stars must've have aligned us as equals to meet!"
Odette had her mouth covered as she snickered through the display, also trying to play off the fact that she was watching the exchange intently. She was brought back to attention when Robin began to extend her storytelling voice out to her. The half-smile began to waver.
"Well," she scoffed, "my
father's followers are quite manic. They're of a more
dark toned disposition, if you catch my drift. The only pressure I'm feeling is over warding them off."
W̶e̴l̴l̶ ̸w̶e̵ ̷b̷o̷t̷h̵ ̷k̷n̶o̶w̶ ̴t̵h̸a̶t̸'̵s̵ ̵n̸o̵t̶ ̷h̵a̵p̷p̵e̵n̶i̴n̸g̷ ̷a̵s̷ ̵l̶o̷n̸g̵ ̴a̷s̴ ̵I̶'̴m̵ ̸w̴i̴t̴h̴ ̵y̴o̶u̸!̶
She kept her expression steady. "Perhaps in some sense we're equal. But
I can't grant wishes. I just have
bugs that follow me around."
I̶t̶'̵s̶ ̸m̵e̴,̶ ̵i̸t̴'̸s̷ ̴m̶e̵,̴ ̵I̸'̴m̸ ̸t̵h̵e̸ ̷b̸u̶g̵ ̴a̴r̴e̶n̷'̷t̶ ̷I̴?̷ ̶