Quote Originally posted by Saber Sloth:
Ume is beautiful. This is a fact. She's everyone's deepest want, their secret need. People stop and stare, but she didn't get as far as she had by existing in a realm of passivity.

She slips in and out of the crowd with a tantalizing smile, and a few teasing, risque touches. Only to stop. Perhaps looking like she was entranced with the show. But no. The hollowing youkai within had caught the scent of another. She freezes as she tries to calm the much diminished youkai clawing at her the flee!

Ume's deep into unknown territory, paranoia wasn't just used for comedic affect in those horrible television shows. Sitcoms - but they were in a crowd. The thought reassures her, Surely this unknown Kindred wouldn't be so crass to do anything with this crowd of kine about...especially since she was simply here to soak in the sights over these beautiful people and their creations...with her rosy complexion, and the adherence to not be known as a poacher, the thought, abhorrent. She could admit with full truth that she hadn't set a fang out of line.

The sleek lines of the Asian man were met with approving eyes. The sprawled form of the women who'd fallen out of a tree, was dismissed. Unimportant. Irreverent, in the face of the blond who was taking the time to help the creature.

"That truly was something darling." comes her posh voice, her vowels plummy and elegant. She had worked, very, very hard on her accent. Her delicate hands gently clapping the accentuate her point as she draws closer to the performer. "Not many have the talent to achieve all that you have." Idly, Ume wonders if this riveting blond had a patron, a cousin of her's perhaps.
Quote Originally posted by Saber Sloth:
A delicate and well manicured brow arches, a man of few words, or just one who speaks the entirety of his mind?

The Kindred that set Ume's teeth on edge and had the youkai within shrinking payed her no mind. The Kindred hadn't even snidely glance her way and dismissed her with a flick of her hair!

Ume wanted to frown, she has better control over herself then that, and so she smiled instead.

While it was perfectly acceptable to lavish the riveting blond with attention - this was Madison's show after all - it completely unacceptable to simply ignore Ume!

"Darling while it's simply wonderful to meet such a talented women, I wouldn't want to keep you from you adoring fans," Ume says, offering the blond a smoldering smile.

As she turns on her heel, Ume dismisses the lot of them from her mind. Since they wouldn't spare a thought on her, she wouldn't waste more energy on them.

Now...to find someone else that just might be as interesting as the riveting blond...

...Set beyond the crowd, in a slice of lamplight was a Little Mouse. A nose to small and a jaw to wide. Her eyes to close together, and the color dirty dish water, and her hair, matted together with yarn and feathers.

Too hesitant to join the crowd, but the desperate want behind those dish water eyes called to Ume.

"I want..." that poor desperate thing utters after a bothersome round of small talk, and awe the Mouse feels of Ume's perfection and beauty.

"Everybody wants darling, but there are those who want, and those who do something about it." circling around the Mouse and herding her away from the crowd.

Next comes hesitant words, excuses, reasons why she just can't. This little Mouse is supposed to be more interesting then that riveting blond performer. This is who she's going to be snubbing the brunette kindred with.

This just wont do.

With a roll of her eyes, she calls on her Blood. "Come on darling. Live a little."

Ume expected it really, she always expects it, but is pleasantly surprised when her Little Mouse actually kissed her.

Ume of course, a stickler for the rules, or at least not wishing to add 'poacher' to the long, long list of insults many sling at her, keeps her fangs in check.

Even when her Little Mouse presses them both into the nearest building's brick siding.

Even when Ume becomes intimately familiar with just how much this Little Mouse wants.



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