(that's the helpful thing, texas isn't the type of girl to kiss and tell (or in this case, fuck and tell) about anyone she's been with. she hasn't slept with that many people in the resort, that was more from necessity. enough to last for the time being while carrying on. sex was a transaction there to most people, even to those that are dating someone. though that was more from them carrying open relationships for the sake of not losing out on chances to earn more chips and cards. she thought this might be better for her, texas has had time to adjust in retrospect. the wolf was good at that and making things work by rolling with them; dependable to a fault while even being able to handle herself in a fight.
or in this case, helping someone survive. w would get chips to work after this if she were checked-in. cellinia's card, too. having a card banked back for later is a good start for this hellhole, not that she started with one in her bank. but, one would get the idea.
she's got a stoic tone, low and soft. something soothing when she can purr it out for someone that's supposed to be a canine. attractive when she wants to be, given that she cleans up nicely. her hat and cane were left off to the side, don't ask how she can pull off a look like this. with a top hat and a walking stick of all damn things like she's some kind of rich big shot again as an heiress. that's far from true, she's not the heiress any longer and this isn't necessarily something she would have done back then, either. not even during the carneval. besides, they're both objectively a pair of misfits. and maybe she can admit w can look attractive.
not that they're one another's types, but it's a thought. that's good enough. good enough that she found her attention on w again after the tights go around her neck, her shoulders, and pull cellinia close. she's got her attention, amber eyes lit up in the dim lights in this room. good, she didn't need much to focus on the now.
plus it shut up that brat of a spade mark she has.)
Lucky you, I don't always go around getting myself in chaos.
(does this count as terrible flirting? yeah, probably. not that texas couldn't, she just was better suited for sticking her sword in something or someone that got in her way. she's still made for a fight, made for a battlefield more than some sex casino.
....that and at least she trusts w enough, that's something else. somehow she always finds the unpredictable people can be more reliable than those that are sane, but that's because she's by no means normal herself.)
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or in this case, helping someone survive. w would get chips to work after this if she were checked-in. cellinia's card, too. having a card banked back for later is a good start for this hellhole, not that she started with one in her bank. but, one would get the idea.
she's got a stoic tone, low and soft. something soothing when she can purr it out for someone that's supposed to be a canine. attractive when she wants to be, given that she cleans up nicely. her hat and cane were left off to the side, don't ask how she can pull off a look like this. with a top hat and a walking stick of all damn things like she's some kind of rich big shot again as an heiress. that's far from true, she's not the heiress any longer and this isn't necessarily something she would have done back then, either. not even during the carneval. besides, they're both objectively a pair of misfits. and maybe she can admit w can look attractive.
not that they're one another's types, but it's a thought. that's good enough. good enough that she found her attention on w again after the tights go around her neck, her shoulders, and pull cellinia close. she's got her attention, amber eyes lit up in the dim lights in this room. good, she didn't need much to focus on the now.
plus it shut up that brat of a spade mark she has.)
Lucky you, I don't always go around getting myself in chaos.
(does this count as terrible flirting? yeah, probably. not that texas couldn't, she just was better suited for sticking her sword in something or someone that got in her way. she's still made for a fight, made for a battlefield more than some sex casino.
....that and at least she trusts w enough, that's something else. somehow she always finds the unpredictable people can be more reliable than those that are sane, but that's because she's by no means normal herself.)