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[preying]

[ the show is over.

it's been over for a while, actually. little musings were done and all the illusions she's conjured up for the sake of the audience were all but fragments, once again. it's the same as always--perform, applause, and bow, but now the show is over and she's back to the mundane, hanging upside down on a low tightrope while humming obscure melodies under her breath.

the lights are still on but dimmed, and there are a bunch of feathers on the ground from the birds she took out of some guy's ear. that was fun, maybe.

but now it's over and she's almost bored, in the center ring of the empty area. ]

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[remercier]

[ ah, but who hasn't left yet.

he seems to appear from the shadows, first as a grin in the night, and then as a green-haired boy with an eyepatch over half his face, and a single, green, left eye peering out like a moss jewel on a pastel canvas.

he doesn't move from the place where he appeared, but lifts a finger to gently tickle the air. as if on cue, a feather on the ground swirls, before gently drawing itself towards his direction. ]

Isn't that a dangerous position? If I looked down from above, I might see your underwear.

[preying]

Assuming that's a concern for me.

[ she's almost surprised, but her default setting was always on "you're watched, be watched", so the feeling is almost natural. she swings herself into an upright position. it's her years and years of practice that allow her to stand up with ease.

maybe it's polite to stand up when talking to people. but really, she just wants to get a better look. ]

Unfortunately for our shadow-pervert, it is. [ she tilts her head, a hand going up to the hat obscuring her right eye. ] But fortunately for him, I'm much too lazy to call for the tigers.

[remercier]

Like the ones you were playing with before?

[ predators are automatically drawn to motion. he watches with interest as she swings herself onto that rope again, drawing up memories of how she did the same thing during the performance. it's honestly very graceful.

on the other hand, he has no such inclination to move. lazily, he leans back against the stands, tilts his head to the side so that his braid falls like a rope. ]

Well, it's just as well. It doesn't seem productive, using pussies to fight perverts. It just excites them, you know?

[preying]

[ oh. that makes her want to laugh. she does let a chuckle out, against her will--the entire thing was a little bit more playful than she would've expected. she places a bit of pressure at her feet, and the tightrope returns that force in turn.

she almost wants to call a tiger over. ]

Here I thought you were a simple underwear connoisseur. I see you're much deeper than that, now. [ a small bounce. ] Seeing you so riled up might make me excited. Would you like to give it a try?

[remercier]

Careful, careful.

[ the way he says this is as much of a warning as it is a playful continuation of their banter. he sees the pressure before she enacts it, watches her bounce on the tightrope. ]

A girl who's too easy loses her attractiveness. [ he places both hands behind his head, now, and leans. ] But the way you bounce isn't too bad. It might even compensate for your lack of shame.