Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Aspel/Ari/Drake - FAIRLY LATE
"Ah, I suspect we do." A light smile was given to Ari's commentary regarding their formalwear this eve. That all did look rather nice, even if Aspel had wished she'd worn a different pair of heels out. Perhaps something a little more broken in last time, not to mention in this lighting the shades appeared slightly off in comparison to the lighting of her apartment but really... What was she to do? The smile given at Ari's offer of food was obvious forced as a hand rose, gesturing against indulging. "Thank you, but no thank you. With all the excitement of the night, my appetite seems to have quite aptly fled."
"She will." Aspel's voice came out with a significantly harder, and perhaps a little dangerous, edge than entirely intended at Drake's commentary regarding Vivi escaping this horrific arrangement. The smith would kill the man with her bare hands if she had to, it wasn't as if she wasn't going to be condemned to hell already, what was one more sin?
Clearing her throat, a smile rose, an attempt to cover up the sudden harsh, coldness that had slipped out just a second before. "I suspect that have not. Perhaps we have done just enough then, no?" Though, the idea of ending their little game left her feeling a bit... Off. How... Odd.