Xeon was, like, totally pissed off. She'd put up with this nerdy Athena kid's ranting about gears and some political thing. Why? Because he was relatively cute, and a pretty easy play. Besides, based on his watch, his family possessed some money. She was hoping to get something more out of it that just this slobbery, messy, unexperienced makeout sesh in the freakin' forest. But nooooo. Gods, life was just so cruel to her. The worst part? The watch was a present from his deceased grandfather, who'd lost the entire family fortune gambling.
She was so done at this point. This kid had no idea what he was doing. It was like kissing a pond filled with saliva. Except worse.
She yanked away from his weak, sweaty grasp quickly, checking her nails in boredom after wiping the muck from her face in disgust. "Okay, no. I'm not doing this anymore. I'm sorry, darling, I guess you're just not my type," She said, an exaggerated sigh and a careless look on her face stated just how much this even mattered to her. The boy looked dumbstruck, mouth wide-open. Then, as the moment processed, he looked like he was almost about to cry.
"Oh, gods, don't start that. You'll make yourself look even more pitiful," She noted without a single care to her harshness, before turning on the heel of her gold sandals and beginning to walk away, leaving him with nothing more than a simple "Bye-bye, now, sweetie."
With that, she began her slow walk back to her cabin, hoping to freshen up her makeup where the dork had no-doubt smeared it.
She was so done at this point. This kid had no idea what he was doing. It was like kissing a pond filled with saliva. Except worse.
She yanked away from his weak, sweaty grasp quickly, checking her nails in boredom after wiping the muck from her face in disgust. "Okay, no. I'm not doing this anymore. I'm sorry, darling, I guess you're just not my type," She said, an exaggerated sigh and a careless look on her face stated just how much this even mattered to her. The boy looked dumbstruck, mouth wide-open. Then, as the moment processed, he looked like he was almost about to cry.
"Oh, gods, don't start that. You'll make yourself look even more pitiful," She noted without a single care to her harshness, before turning on the heel of her gold sandals and beginning to walk away, leaving him with nothing more than a simple "Bye-bye, now, sweetie."
With that, she began her slow walk back to her cabin, hoping to freshen up her makeup where the dork had no-doubt smeared it.