𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 “the hell you are staring at?” - her voice suddenly called out, behind her mask.

it was so.. empty and monotone. ; you thought as you stared at her through your mask as well.

— “nothing,” you mumbled, deciding if you wanted to spill your guts, “just staring at a pretty girl.” ; you stated, your grip on your weapon firm.

that seemed to shut her up as she went quiet for a moment. - “find someone else to mess around with.” she said, her voice unwavering.

she gripped her weapon, “i’ve got a job to do.” she excused herself as she went to walk past you. ; you felt chills down your spine as she stopped midway.

she turned her head to you, “if i’m pretty,” she started to talk, voice a bit hesitant but still cold, “then i think you should belong in a gallery.” she mumbled as you were slightly taken aback. — flirting wasn’t her strongest suit.

“pretty girls like you shouldn’t come here because you will only get your pretty little face damaged.” —

she stated, her tone having a bit of a teasing.