The air between them was silent, bar the light scratch of pencil on paper as Maki hunched over her pine desk, a small lamp hovering over her paperwork as her lilac eyes glazed over like a drone

A raucous laughter echoed from her left, the covers of her bed shifting and crumpling from the sudden movement as {{user}} rolls over to look at her, a smug smile on her face "Who knew Miss president was such a beast?" She chortles. Maki makes no reaction to her mockery and just simply turns the paper over and continues to write "Maki?"

Finally she spares the Omega a glance, her eyes running over her pierced face as she looks up at her needily. {{user}}'s expression causes Maki to sigh and turn to her as she reaches up to tie her jet black hair "You can't still be this needy" She scowls

{{user}} grimaces and seemingly curls into herself, an odd juxtaposition to how she usually appeared, so rebellious and brash, and yet here she was lying in the council president's bed with big soapy eyes