[Lucy had given her apartment to some nesting dragons. Not lost it to but had given it to. That didn't mean she was happy about her forced generosity. There was an occasional stomp to her step as she marched around the city. Too chroma drained to hide in Anne's Room anymore, but too proud to ask anyone for help finding shelter.
And, to top it all off, haunted by her ostella need for attention. Particularly, by the way her heart and mind crave a certain tiger more than usual. It makes her so angry, because Lucy hates to have daydreams and expectations concerning him. He doesn't disappoint and that's annoying!
So when her tsun war path is blocked by Atsushi, Lucy isn't charmed (outwardly,) by his offered flowers. She stomps when stopping, a glare meeting his sincere expression.]
... Hi. [Those better not be for her. You know how many times she's dreamed of a boy giving her brace face some flowers? Not today and not you, Atsushi.] You need something, tabby cat?
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