Dusting off the old girl, potentially ... ;;

[meangirl]

Ha—a? You want to play? ★

[ Grell's laugh is light — all sparkling mirth entwined with something a little darker — but those blood-red undertones are easily glazed over by the maraschino cherry sweetness that is the rest of her personality. Still, her amusement doesn't stop her from acting a petulant pout: ]

But you'll be nice to me this time, won't you? Don't think I don't remember what happened when you last tricked me into having fun with you ...

[ She places a manicured hand against her breast in an all together too dramatic pose. ]

Dreadful! A lady should never have to do such nasty things for a proper gentleman, even if she did like it a little bit.

[ The wink that follows is conspiratory — she won't tell if you won't.

... Oh, all right, so maybe she will; as if she has to answer to a pathetic little girl. Honestly. ]

Before we begin, though, you have to tell me: how many paintings will we make together~?

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[neveracoward]

[Oh wow.]

You have fabulous hair, my dear.

[meangirl]

I do, don't I.

[ And she'll punctuate that with an unnecessary hair-flip, although she seems equally as appreciative of Mystique's own fiery 'do. ]

Perhaps, with a little work, yours could match it someday!

[ ... It's unlikely though. ]

[neveracoward]

[Well, that's not rude at all.

She catches that look, though; she knows backwards flattery when she hears it. And she's well aware that she looks ravishing in her own body.]

Ooh, that would be a good aspiration for my hair, wouldn't it?

[meangirl]

Well, I can certainly think of worse~♥

[neveracoward]

[The teeth earn an almost imperceptible quirk of a perfectly manicured eyebrow, but nothing else.]

Like what?

[See how twisted this mind is.]

[meangirl]

Well to start, you could dye it blonde. I've heard it said that blondes have more fun, you know, which is clearly utter nonsense—

[ She twirls a lock of ruby-red hair around her fingertip in demonstration. ]

How could anything outshine a shade like this?

[neveracoward]

[As she speaks, Mystique's own hair turns the exact shade of that ruby-red, and she mimics the movement.]

I couldn't possibly imagine a better shade.

[meangirl]

[ Gosh, what a lovely trick! Almost as good as her own cosmetic shape-shifting abilities. ]

Much better.

[ She places a fingertip against her lips; this time the wink is directed at you, Mystique. ]

You should probably keep it that way for as long as you can — my favourite colour, you know.

[neveracoward]

[Isn't it just? Though this is no trick, baby, it's simply who she is.]

Well then, I'll keep it as such every time we talk. How's that?

[meangirl]

Oho~♥ Now, who said anything about talking again?

[neveracoward]

[Feisty as her hair, isn't she?

And instead of seeing just that ruby-red hair, Grell is now look at Grell. And the same voice, same inflection and all.]

I suppose I'll have to do it for you, if you're so inclined otherwise.

[meangirl]

[ Well, colour Grell impressed. Horrified, of course, that another person can pull off her look so precisely, but impressed nonetheless. She'll gawp for a moment before offering a childish stamp of her foot; ]

Now, that's hardly fair play — there can't be two of me running around the place! Sebastian might fall for the wrong one!

[neveracoward]

[Sorry, bro, but impressed isn't an actual color, so...she can't.

At that, she offers a shrug.]

I wouldn't go that far, don't worry. I'm more than fine in my own skin.

[shichibukai_no_longer]

[This guy would have gotten along fabulously with Bon Clay, were he still alive.]

Perhaps. A good woman does keep a bit of dignity about her.

[meangirl]

And I suppose you're the type who knows a good woman when he sees one, hm?

[shichibukai_no_longer]

I only accept the best in life, in all things. However, I don't see a woman anywhere in this vicinity.

[meangirl]

Ah—? What a wretched thing to say to a lady!

[ And there's that pout again, briefly hiding shark-like teeth. ]

I'm far more a woman than you give me credit for, I'll have you know, and that's no way at all to speak to one.

[shichibukai_no_longer]

[He pauses to lazily puff at his cigar, blowing a small smoke ring.]

You're as much a woman as I am. Ivankov would have probably taken you in as a disciple. You would have been right at home, with his crew. Common interests, and all.

[meangirl]

[ But Grell's too busy being upset to realise that this guy's actually not being a total dick. ]

And to think — I'd taken you for a gentleman. Now I see how utterly wrong I was!

[shichibukai_no_longer]

There is nothing gentle about me, in any respect.

[viraltentacles]

[What is this that's causing Alex to feel a sudden, on coming, headache?]

Normally old habits die hard, especially with muns.

[meangirl]

Then I'll just have to work harder on being more persuasive, hm?

[viraltentacles]

That would depend on how you're going to be persuasive.

[king]

Oh good lord.

[ Exasperated, in a this again sort of way. Arthur grimaces and tries to remember how unrepentantly obnoxious he found Grell bloody Sutcliff and the constant pretentious drawl of her voice. But at the same time, he can't help but flush a little around the ears. ]

I really doubt anybody's going to fall for the scandaled act. You loved every minute, you trollop.

[meangirl]

I—!

[ Can you say aghast, Arthur? It's been a while since anyone's called her a trollop but it never gets any less hurtful — she's a lady, damn you, not some kind of loose-moralled strumpet.

... Kind of. ]

Well, I don't remember any yells of protest from your end either, Arthur.

[ Because how could she forget such a pretty face? Still, that doesn't stop her from flipping back a lash of ruby-red hair; ]

So don't be such a spoilsport.

[king]

It was an enchantment.

[ That's his story, and he's sticking to it. ]

You don't think I actually would have voluntarily...

[ He pulls a face, which is cruel, because he would and did. She's not so bad, if a little high-strung (but then, so are Merlin and Morgana and he was fond enough of them.) ]

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[meangirl]

Ha—a? You ... why I—

[ Jesus Christ, what is it with men and denying they've slept with her? A frown presses into her brow as she points a red-lacquered fingertip directly over his heart ...

Which isn't a threat. Honest. ]

Coward! Fine, blame enchantments and magic all you please — a lady like me deserves better than an ... an irresponsible little boy like you.

[ And if she looks a little hurt, well, it's really nothing new. Years of experience on the 'dirty little secret' scale. ]

[calcoolating]

They care little for your well-being. To believe otherwise is ridiculous.

[ he knows because of how awesome he is. ]

[meangirl]

Perhaps yours doesn't, but mind will surely want me to play nicely for at least a little while~♥

[calcoolating]

Hoho. I look forward to seeing your expectations shatter one after another.

[meangirl]

[ dakjhg;lkhgd come on we just met jesus christ ]

What! Why would you say that!

[calcoolating]

[ he is sadly the bitchiest bird who bitched ]

It's only appropriate to inform the uninformed.

[her_servant]

Well isn't this delightful.

It appears someone taught themselves to go and fetch refuse from the sewers~ Do us all a favor and crawl back into that hole you came from, won't you?

Take the crisp suit and the trendy young one with you when you leave.

[meangirl]

Sebastian! Come now, there's no need to be so cruel when we're stuck here together like this ...

[ Have a flutter of her lashes. ]

Perhaps we could even keep each other company!

[her_servant]

...I can only guess you have more in mind than simply "keep each other company".

I think I'd rather be ordered to serve to a dog.