Thread: Vendetta (Vash x Kawaiichibilust)

As she stepped out of the shower. Water dripping onto the towel. She grabbed the towel to the side. As she dried her noir locks, she sensed a familiar presence. It seemed he had followed her after all. Chuckling to herself as she slid into a simple white blouse and a pencil skirt. Ever since she had begun dressing in the clothing of today's modern world she has missed her jumpsuit more and more. Some days she would just flaunt around in it. And of course she didn't have to worry about it when going to 'The Gates of Hell' Speaking of which she desperately needed a drink when they got back. Cereza knew Jeanne wouldn't mind. After introducing the two, she didn't know whether it was a good thing or bad thing. Jeanne was a giant flirt, not to mention a giant tease. As was she, but not with Rodin. The two tried to act as if there was no attraction, but Cereza wasn't naive. Thinking about it she was maybe even a bit jealous. Not because it was Rodin oh no no. 500 years of sleep, and a long while not knowing who you are. You get to realize how lonely you are. Catching herself going soft on such things she gave herself a critical glare in the mirror. Look at yourself. Are you becoming soft? She asked herself shaking her head. The only time she had truly gone soft was when 'Little one' was around. Though that little one was her self from the past. To think something so little could change her. Once again she shook her head. There was no reason to be soft about anything. There is no reason to get hurt again. She said under her breath. Thinking back to that day. The Witch Hunts. It was that day she promised herself. Reaching up, she panicked for a moment, realizing that her prized possession was at safe, locked away. Calming down, she reached for the door handle. Walking back into the room, she saw Jeanne on the bed. Looking at all the fashion magazine. Cereza rolled her eyes, Jeanne fell in love with the modern world in no time. Especially all of those crazy fashion trends. Jeanne did you book the flight? Not looking up from her magazine, her platinum haired friend simply nodded. It was then she saw him from the corner of her eye. He seemed to be trying to undo the damage she did to his little toy. I'm sorry, but I don't give autographs. She stated simply crossing her arms. A bit bitter with him for what he did to her shoulder. And her face. Though her face barely mattered. It would heal quickly. I hope this following me isn't going to be a habit. I have Cheshire for that. Sitting on the bed she began to go through her stuff. Folding it and placing it in her glamorous suitcase. Her gray eyes glanced up at him every few moments. The most grimmest look on his face as he watched her. It was quite amusing. If you would like to kill me, I wouldn't recommend it. security here is stricter then hell. Seeing as he was here, it would be a chance to get to the bottom of things. Moving she sat at the end of the bed nearest to where he was sitting. Making it a show a she crossed one leg over the other. Getting her lipstick out and a mirror and slowly putting it on before speaking. So does the lost silver puppy have a name? She asked playfully.