#senshi-of-sky #i'm not worried about length honestly #sometimes there's just less to write about because of where they are #ya know? #pleasant
She definitely took note of the way Margaret spoke. So reassuring. From her expression and tone of voice it was as if she had already sampled the jasmine tea that the cafe offered. Though Haruka was sure that she couldn’t have visited that cafe before; she was clearly new to the area. She even said it herself, and from the way she was dressed and the poise in which she carried herself one could tell that she wasn’t a typical Juuban civilian. Her green oculars passed over pale skin and hair, then the stark crimson of her lips before flicking back up to meet her steady gaze. Her own lips parted, the racer prepared to ask the other woman a couple of questions to pass the time while they waited for their tea, but things seemingly took a turn for the opposite as Haruka was barraged with questions instead.
Five questions in a row and she didn’t know how to answer a single one of them. And that last one about having a weakness to blondes, that was something. She supposed it was true but could she tell Margaret that? Haruka figured it was best to start with the other questions first. With how she worded all of them it was like she was unfamiliar with humans! It made Haruka wonder… “Uh, let’s see. Where to start?” She chuckled softly. “Well, you know my name already. And I’m a racer so I’m definitely too fast to be settling down with a family right now. I like cars, running… being as fast as possible.” Like the wind. “I like this particular cafe because it’s very cozy; it actually relaxes me more than it excites me.”
As for her last inquiry… She tended to have a weakness for cutesy and clumsy blondes but Margaret wasn’t too bad herself. At all, actually. “I love blondes,” she replied, the low and husky tones of her voice taking a teasing lilt before dropping with her own question. “Are you normally this curious about people or have I charmed you more than I initially thought?”
It seems that she had surprised Haruka with all of her questions. Perhaps humans weren’t so used to people constantly asking them things. They seemed to have an odd affinity for ‘chatter’ before asking these questions. A lot of it seemed mindless to Margaret, like they were simply talking for the sake of talking rather than gaining knowledge. It went against how she worked. If Margaret wanted something, say, in the way that she hoped Haruka ‘wanted’ her, she would just go for all the avenues that would lead directly to that goal. But maybe there was something to be learned from experimentation, from this ‘chatter’ that was so decided. A simple smile to herself to confirm it, ‘sure, I’ll play this as well.’ She repeated to herself.
“A racer. Well, that makes sense.” An aside, she saw the waitress approach with their tea and gave the woman a pleasent smile of thanks. Placing the tea aside for the moment. “You seem to have an athletic body from what I can tell, so I am not surprised by that.” The way she said it, basically saying ‘I was looking at your body.’ But she said it with no sultry tone or attempt to flirt. It was just ‘I looked over your body’ like a doctor would rather than an admirer. If she thought more about it, she probably did admire it, but the way Haruka was dressed, she could only tell so much. Her eyes were incredibly keen and could pick up things like leg and arm muscles, but the masculine clothing hid enough that Margaret could not pick out. Fascination, really. Holding the tea to her mouth before placing it back down as she made no expression one way or the other about its quality. Unsurprising, her facial expressions were a lost cause if you wanted to ‘read’ the attendant. “I’m less curious than my sister, but I do suppose I have things that interest me. I’m more picky about it though.”
Her eyes drifted over to Haruka’s once again, “You interest me, so I pursued. What that means? I’m not entirely sure. Maybe I like you as a subject, maybe I like you more than that. I’m still mulling it over,” A quiet, ladylike laugh followed the statement. “But you are quite charming. You might be more responsible for my interest than you know.” She lacked any sort of flirting ‘ability’, so it was only natural that she would pursue someone who could make it up for the both of them. “This tea is quite good, as you have said.”