Cold Lion Girl Is Cold

[swarmoflies]

Characters: Sette and anyone who wants to subject themselves kissing her
Date: During the mistletoe event
Summary: Your character. A filthy, unpleasant, thieving little girl. Some mistletoe. Let's make this happen.
Warnings: None worth mentioning.

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[cascadetomboy]

Thankfully, in Misty's case, actually geared up for the colder weather with something she made from the dirt. A fluffy winter-coat version of the pink windbreaker that she wore once kept her warm as she stuffs her hands in the pockets; her Pokémon being warmed by the fact they're all in their Pokéballs. Taking a walk out in the cold to get some food was pretty irritating, but the scenery is still kind of pretty.

Then Misty narrows her eyes when she spots the familiar kid that she forced a bath on almost six months ago. Alright, now it's mostly irritating. Ultimately, seeing Sette shivering in the cold makes her head on towards the girl with a heavy sigh.

"You're going to freeze if you don't put on something warmer, you know."

[swarmoflies]

Sette turns and looks at the other girl. Aw nuts, it was her. She'd never forgiven Misty for that bath.

"I'm doing j-just fine, thankyaverymuch. This here be like a balmy spring day ta me."?

[cascadetomboy]

Misty doesn't forgive this kid for being that merciless with the biting, And she doesn't buy the lying for one second.

"Yeah, yeah, and your shivering and chattering is just because you're so warm."

[swarmoflies]

Sette fixes Misty with a death glare. She didn't ask her for help! She didn't want help!

"Mind yer own business," she mutters. "Stick yer nose any further in me affairs and it'll be pokin' up against me rear."

[super_critical]

Okay, now that was just pathetic. Far be it from Bakura to be a philanthropist (she was anything but), but just watching that idiot was making her feel colder.

So she drifted on up behind Sette, taking off her black trenchcoat and attempting to drop it on the other girl's head. Sure, that left Bakura herself just in a striped T-shirt, but she could dull her sense of the cold with the Ring, no problem--

"A loan," she offered as the coat fell, biting back a shiver. Dammit. Now that the body was her own she couldn't regulate her temperature. She might need that coat again faster than she'd thought.

[swarmoflies]

Sette smelled her before she saw her, and what her nose was sniffin' smelled wrong. It was kinda like tar, but more noxious. It was kinda like spellery, but not. She made a face as she turned around to face Bakura; she could already feel a headache coming on.

"Twins, ya stink like a dog's balls!"

Not that she smelled much better. It had been about six months since she had taken a bath, and that had been against her will.

[super_critical]

"You're welcome," Bakura replied, though her eyebrows raised at the exclamation. Weren't you a charmer. (Somewhat familiar, though. Stink and all.)

"Just keeping you alert," she deadpanned. "Refuse the offer if the stench's too much."

Whatever that meant.

[swarmoflies]

Sette pinched her nose shut, but that wasn't enough to keep the noxious scent out.

"I'm serious, it is rank. The hell've you been eating? Raw tar?"

[excellinnuendo]

Regardless of how their previous encounter ended (or will end) up, Excellen is going to be coming right up to Sette. Naturally, she wants to get the girl into something warmer (although her own outfit, although heavier than normal, is lighter than most other peoples--and she is still wearing a skirt for God knows why), hypocrisy be damned. She feigns shock instead of worry, though.

"Uh-oh! Another toll?"

[swarmoflies]

Sette looks up at the damned annoying woman, and considers a biting response. But she couldn't be bothered even for that. It was too damn cold, and she had to get somewhere warmer.

"Nah," she said, walking away. "I'll let ya off this time."

[excellinnuendo]

"How generous!" She can pretty easily tell Sette is freezing her little tail/butt off. "Has your heart grown three sizes, sweetie?"

[swarmoflies]

Sette can sense the condescension in her tone, and she doesn't like it one bit. "I'm in a generous mood," she says. "Sometimes that happens, when yer as geat as I--"

She smacks right into an invisible wall.