Growing Roses in Disarray (Evony)

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy had few places she actually felt comfortable. Her room was one; despite how often it had been commandeered in the past, it was finally hers again. And the studio was the other. Sometimes the throws of her room weren't big enough for certain projects. Sometimes she was just overly pissed at her roommates. They were quiet for the most part, but that didn't do them any favours. Why couldn't she live with her friends? Who knew she'd ever want that to be a thing, anyway?

Hell, Nica was still surprised she even had close friends. Had she really changed that much?

Settling the latest energy drink of choice down on the table surface, Lucy reeled back in her seat, stretching her arms above her head for a much needed break. She couldn't sit hunched over a sketchbook forever, despite how badly she wanted to. She twisted the pencil in her hand, grimacing as she brought it forward to look at it closely. It looked a little blunt already. That meant getting up for a sharpener soon. "So stupid." She muttered to herself, never really feeling happy with devices she couldn't control with powers. But she couldn't always rely on the ability, right?

Ugh, but she missed paint. On her hands. And weirdly enough, in her hair.

Leaning forward again, the eldest Serrano daughter pressed the tip to the paper before glancing back up at the door briefly. There was a familiar body - one that was bound to interrupt the quiet of the vacant room. Still, she smiled at the fact anyway. But quickly she changed her expression; Lucy feigned surprise, raising her eyebrows and widening her eyes for good measure. "You know how to use doors!?" The shock. The horror! "Who taught you that?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

A warm southerly breezed danced through the shrubbery and foilage, scattering a plethora of leaves and petals into a midair waltz. It was a pleasant afternoon, the sort of lazy day where nothing really happened except for relaxation and/or procrastination and Evy had taken full advantage of this. The blue bird, having grown fidgety in the confines of her loot filled nest, had thought it best to go her out and explore, climb on some roofs and let the warmth of the sun embrace her porcelain skin. It was an exhilarating few hours, hopping from one building to the other with nary a sound or a scratch.

The girl was so absorbed in her impromptu parkour session that she had almost forgotten a particular time, place and date that had been dropped earlier that morning. Of course it had been lingering in the corners of her mind, another moment to spend with Lucy and enjoy all of her quirkiness was surely going to be the highlight of the day. Biting her lip and allowing one last gust of wind to blow through her cerulean hair the nimble thief hopped down from the lip of a balcony and slid down the length of a pillar, not caring if anyone saw. What was a mere acrobat in a school of freaks?

Shaking her hair and rubbing specks of dirt off her bare feet the girl scuttled back into safe air conditoned hallways of Hammel, as inconspicuous as a girl with blue hair could be.

The studio wasn't hard to find, not only did it have art events plastered on a cork board next to the door but the familiar scent of paint wafted in the general vicinity. This was where she was going to find her brown eyed beauty. Peaking around the corner the diminutive girl silently watched Lucy go about her drawing, not making her presence known until the Australian finally noticed her.

Giving her a bashful little grin she slinked into the room, running her dainty hands through her hair as she took in the colourful sight of the studio. She's never been here before. "Well, there were a few nifty tutorials on YouTube. I'm still not sure how 'doors' work? I feel like they bar certain privileges", she smirked, her head tilted slightly with curiosity.

Once reaching Lucy the girl pulled up a stool next to her, sat down with body leaning inwards and offering her hand for a not-so-standard-but-safe high five. Well, it was better than waving. She still didn't know what boundaries they had, what was expected and what Lucy was comfortable with...but then again, the Australian did kiss her with no warning the other day. Yeah, that shit was good.

"So I assume you want me here because you needed a model for some portraiture work right? Because I'll definitely need to get paid for that! Double if you want me naked!" Evy snorted, fixing the creases in her shirt that had been throttled by the wind whilst swinging her legs underneath the chair. "What'cha drawing anyways?", she asked, cocking her head to the side with a coy little grin.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

How or when she'd gotten into the room? Lucy couldn't be sure. She was starting to learn that it was best not to question things like that. Evony had a knack for appearing in places, with or without the help of nifty reflective surfaces. "You put your hand on the handle. See how they did that?" Lucy asked, pointing over towards the door with the pencil in her hand. "Pop it down, it'll open. Or sometimes, and here's the tricky part, you've gotta turn them." She painted a sarcastic look of shock on her face, as if the information was new to them both; "But you're just learning. So I left it open for you."

Twisting in her seat, she instinctively flicked the sketchbook shut and stared at Evony. And then at the hand offered to her. Colour her disbelieving. "Are you serious?" She asked, pressing her lips into a soft line to stop herself from laughing. But it fell from her mouth anyway. So she reached over and clapped her hand against the one offered, holding her hand in place against Evony's long enough to entwine their fingers and drag her hand down. "That your new version of hello? Because it sucks." She let go again and picked up her pencil, turning it in her hand.

"Sorry to disappoint; Sawyer's my naked model," Lucy joked with a smirk, "And - if you didn't already know - she's hiding a pretty killer rack underneath all that sarcasm." She stated it matter-of-factly. Who knew, maybe she did know that? It didn't matter either way. But when asked about what she was drawing, she shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing important. Or worth mentioning, anyway." She idly tapped the end of the pencil against the closed book a few times, "No naked girls. You must be so disappointed."

Glancing away from the book again, she turned her gaze towards Evony with curiosity; "What about you? Punched any of my friends lately?"

[Evony Vasiliev]

Offering a brisk nod and chummy thumbs up Evy cocked a brow, quite pleased with how easy this was all becoming. The scorching argument they had only a few days ago nothing more than a distant memory. "You are such a kind a graceful teacher miss Serrano, teach me more!" She chirped with a cheeky glint in her blue eyes, poking out her tongue and flashing the little stud that was imbedded in the moist pink flesh.

A stunted curl in the corners of her lips was enough to communicate the Blue bird's slight wariness, high fives were cool weren't they? "Well if you have any better ideas then please speak now", she huffed with an exaggerated roll of the eyes, flinching a little when Lucy interlaced fingers. Damn this Australian and her confusing ways! Stifling the coy simper that was bound to perk up at any moment the thief curled her fist and held it in front of her face. "Fist bump bro, that's where it's at." She smirked, hovering the clenched hand just in front of the brown eyed beauty.

After the terribly adorable agreement on a standard greeting Evy glanced around momentarily, taking in the paint splattered surroundings. There was literally nothing here worth taking, well maybe a kiss from Lucy but that might be pushing it. Crinkling her nose at some rather unfortunate paintings on the wall the diminutive swindler returned her attention to the princess of snark, feigning betrayal in the process.

"Uh! It's happening, Sawyer's magical boobs effect even the battle hardened Lucy!" Evy cried out, with palm to forehead and eyes twinkling with mischief. It was no lie though, her roommate just happened to have quite an amazing bust and it may or may not have been coincidence for her to have witnessed Sawyer nude whilst jumping through some bathroom mirrors. Raising her eyebrows once more Evy let out a low moan, inching in a little closer. "No naked girlies? Well that's not fun at all, how else am I going to sate my hidden passion for hentai?" She cooed, cringing at the very thought of getting off on a naked cartoon. But it was a joke, oh hell yes it was.

Flicking a chunk of lead off the table in front of her Evy pursed her lips, amused with Lucy's question. "Oh, well I heard Frenchie had a twin and I didn't want to spoil just one of them", she chuckled darkly but only for a moment before returning to her typically kooky girlishness. "But other than that, I've just been checking out the grounds and such. Did you know the view of the stars from the upper campus roof is really pretty?" The thief perked up, actually quite happy with her little discovery the other night.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy had to watch the target for any sign of a reaction against what she'd did. Sometimes she did small things for the reaction. At least, that was how her mind was processing it. Part of her probably wanted to. Most of her didn't want to high five anyone unless it was a joke. Aww, look at her. Thinking high fives were cool. And look at this, becoming a discussion on what's cool. That's not cool. "Oh, are you gonna punch me now?" She chided, "But I don't even have a safe word!" But fine, she'd indulge the girl.

Lucy curled her hand into a fist and pressed it against hers willingly. As willing as she could, anyway. "You got a thing for all your bros? Or am I just special?"

She threw her head back in a laugh at Evony's over dramatic reaction to the news. "Sawyer's tits've had me since day one." She offered, as if the twisted sentence reigned some kind of truth. It seemed like a fine thing to joke about, considering Ev was convinced that there was nothing actually going on between them. "You could jump through mirrors and stare at actual naked people." Lucy offered, grinning to herself at the notion that Evony'd never thought of doing that before. Of course she had. She was a teenager.

"You hit Carter? I'm sure that went well." She replied, playing into the game for the fun of it. "Did you tell him to stay away from Luciella too?" Lucy stopped herself long enough to cringe at the forced nickname the older twin had given to her. And always, always referred to her as. She shook off the subtle annoyance in her eyes, leaning against the table on an arm as she leaned a little closer towards Evony. "I've never been. I have a thing against heights." She admitted, confusing herself as to why she even said that.

[Evony Vasiliev]

Whatever minor tension lingered in her muscles before making her entry had all but vanished now that she was comfortably seated with Lucy. Whilst the setting certainly wasn't as intimate as either one of their bedrooms it allowed Evy to shake off any pre-disposed worries, here they could actually maintain a level of normality without the adorable yet awkward situations they found themselves during the first few minutes of their 'sleepovers'. Speaking of which, has not happened since that unfortunate incident involving a certain a French douche.

"You see, I could. But then again you strike me as a bitch who'd bite back." She smirked, biting her lower lip as she quickly glanced at the tattooed beast on Lucy's arm. Oh, he was happy today. Good. " And no, you're my only special friend. The only one who gets fisted by me", she coyly simpered, not exactly processing just how wrong that statement was. Social graces tended to alude the Blue bird at the best of times and political correctness was little more than a joke to her. But alas, it was said in good spirit and Evy thought little of its unorthodox delivery.

A stunted chuckle escaped Evy's lips as an unabashed grin stubbornly crept across her face. She's been caught. "Yeah, I uhh...have already done that. You know, scoping out the competition and such", she shrugged, running the tip of a dainty finger across her jawline, only to stop and shake her head vigorously. "Not that I've seen you of course! That would be...yeah that would be wrong..." She murmured with a furrowed brow, glancing away briefly to hide the blush on her cheeks. The contrast with her blue hair only seemed to make it more obvious.

"Oh so this one has a name? Carter...hmm, yeah I threatened to place a dick on his forehead whenever he looked in a mirror for the rest of his life." She smiled nonchalantly, locking her hands in front of her and staring at Lucy. Or 'Luciella'. "Heh Luciella, very nice. Makes you sound like a French pornstar", she giggled, fluttering her eyelashes as she glanced the brown eyed beauty over.

The mention of Lucy having problems with heights actually surprised the porcelain skinned girl, so Australians aren't as hardcore as she thought. Time to play this delicately, very delicately. "Well you know, the sight alone is worth it. And you're looking up most of the time so no need to worry about the fact that your three stories above the ground." Yes, Evy played that one well. Maybe. "One day Serrano, one day and I'll pop in some bags of candy just to get you up there. It's fun!" She chimed, clapping her hands and bouncing a little bit on her stool.

A challenge was always fun!

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

The lack of visits from Evony wasn't lost on the Australian. It was a fact she held towards the back of her mind - somewhere it might be present without being such a nuisance. Alone, she could manage. She liked being alone. But she wasn't really used to the concept of feeling lonely. And beyond that, she wasn't prepared to ask for the feeling to be alleviated.

Maybe she'd scared her? Not away completely, but far enough so that she wasn't coming back any time soon.

"It's not as fun to do if you'd like it." Lucy pointed out, shrugging her way through the amusing comment. She ran her hand along the lion on her arm; it was a little frustrating to remember how they reflected her mood. It meant when she was comfortable - or hell, even happy - they weren't so unwillingly active. And it seemed Evony was starting to take note of them. "See, if you didn't go dirty I would have finally told you you've nailed compliments." Lucy inhaled through her teeth, offering a fake cringe at her poor choice of words before her face settled. She stole a quick glance before looking away idly; "You suck harder than I would if I tried being nicer to you."

Lucy wore a smile built from pride. She liked getting things right. Because she liked being right, regardless of the subject matter. For some reason, she wasn't surprised. Though she raised her eyebrows when Ev started rambling on suddenly, she was a little grateful she hadn't been one of her unsuspecting victims. Still... "Ah, say no more. I guess I'm just not good enough for you. Or not your type, maybe?" Lucy asked anyway. Because sometimes she just couldn't help herself.

"He would have loved that." Lucy retorted. She didn't spend much time with the guy, but she didn't need to to get a sense of how far up his own ass he was. "You like it? Cause I sure as fuck don't."

Heights. A glimmer of a weakness. She regretted mentioning it almost instantly. Evony could colour it with pretty words all she wanted but Lucy still wasn't down for the idea. "No." She replied simply, laughing as she finally pulled back and flipped the book open to find another spot. There was little of importance to look at, really. Little marks here and there; a corner sketch of Lyra sleeping with a bat in her arms, and the broad scope of her usually messy tabletop. The irritatingly perfect dimensions of a certain French twin's cheekbones and jawline, and a singular coloured page; a cascading wave of curling blue-

She quickly rifled to a blank page.

"Seriously." She started again, glancing down as she shifted more in her seat. "I can't think of anything worse than being on a roof staring straight up. I reckon the stars look exactly the same on the ground."

[Evony Vasiliev]

A giddy smirk crossed the thief's puckered lips, her porcelain cheeks flushed with a pale pink colour as she gave the Australian's lips a quick glance. It was nice when Lucy played along, she tended to blend her own quips into the flirty conundrum embracing both girls and Evy found it rather comforting that she possessed a sense of humour. The thought of her not having one actually making the Blue bird shudder. "Aww don't say that, I uhh...no wait. Don't worry!" She chirped with a brief shake of her head, even thinking about a naked Lucy was enough to set her nerves on end.

Crinkling her nose the girl poked out her tongue, allowing a cheeky giggle to break her feigned disgust. "I mean, it could be worse. You could be luscious Lucy, lusty Lucy, Lucy who doesn't like lingerie Lucy...", she uttered with a knowing smile, her voice trailing off as her mind returned to a particularly awkward moment of theirs. Yeah, no point reliving that! Shaking her head and resting her chin on the back of her interlaced fingers she glanced down, watching Lucy's hands move.

In truth, the porcelain skinned thief wanted to hold them, not only because they were so warm but because her dainty little fingers perfectly melted into Lucy's own. Not that she'd mention it, the Australian would probably gag from the corniness.

Her eyes traced Lucy's fingers, watching ever so closely at the flickering of pages and the brief images that passed by. An eyebrow cocked up in genuine surprise, Evy knew she was good...but not this good. Although one might label them as nothing more than scribbles the smirking swindler found herself thoroughly impressed, wanting to pay more attention to what was flicked over. She couldn't really recognise anything, some girl dancing around a pole, someone's face and what looked to be a page of crashing blue waves. Very cool.

Returning her gaze to Lucy the girl slowly inched forward, a smug little grin on her face. "Oh, c'mon Lucy. Haven't you ever wanted to do something risky?" She whispered, offering a quaint little simper before biting her lower lip. "If you don't want to climb into roofs, which you totally should, why not come shopping with me? I can get you the best discounts, 100% off!" She chuckled with a sly glint in her eyes. Lucy was going to have to agree to something sooner or later.

"I can think of plenty things 'worse' than that." She cooed with a curl in her peachy lips, oh yes she was going to go there. "I'm sure you'd prefer lingerie shopping...", Evy spoke under a hushed breath, leaning inwards till only a fingers length was left between their faces. "Because I know I'll enjoy it!"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

With the nervous stumbling that fell from her lips, Lucy knew her feigned hurt expression had successfully landed. Evony was a fun person to interact with; not yet used to the somewhat unpredictable way Lucy spoke in tandem with the way her train of thought directed her.

"So many options. I guess I should be grateful." She replied, gliding right over the potential awkwardness that came from skirting so close to the aforementioned topic.

She could feel the proximity change so it didn't warrant her looking over. Instead she tapped the end of the pencil against the blank page and pondered on what to do next. "I am. I'm still talking to you, aren't I?" Lucy offered, raising her eyebrows once with an amused grin. She definitely was a risk, at least she was in Lucy's eyes. Every time she ended up admitting something about herself to the other girl, she felt like she was putting herself in danger. But her expression quickly deadpanned at the mere mention of shopping. Her eyes narrowed in her clear cut confusion.

"Look at you, thinking of something worse." Lucy rebuffed, ignoring the breach in distance for the time being. Raising the pencil, she turned it in her hand and pressed the dull end against Evony's cheek. "Never. Ever. Ever." She coupled the quiet repetition with the slow shake of her head; "Y'know Lucy who doesn't like lingerie? She's kind of an actual person." And yeah, she was aware that didn't make a whole lot of sense. But it was still funny.

[Evony Vasiliev]

A low chuckle careened over the thief's pierced tongue as she carefully watched Lucy at work, not caring for the cool draft of wind that was beginning to creep through the windows. What Lucy said was partly true, doing whatever she was doing with Evy was a risk, one which the blue haired girl actually felt herself. Although she was risking having the Australian spout fire at her again, which would probably be as equally terrifying as it had been those few days back.

"Ah I'm flattered. So you really do have balls!" Evy cracked, brushing a strand of blue hair out of her vision. "What a brave girl you are...", she cooed, pursing her lips and glancing at several works of pottery near the far back corner. Seriously, who had time for all this stuff? Shuffling her gaze back to the Australian Evy could not help but stifle a snort of amusement. Of course Lucy would react that way.

Pouting her lips and attempting the most perfectly innocent 'puppy face' Evy feigned a pained whimper, sniffling just for effect. "Aww pwease? Pwetty pwease", she whispered with lower lip puffed up; it was worth the try. Blinking from the pencil placed on her face Evy snatched it right out of Lucy's grip, raising a brow as she began to scribble on the paper. "I will cut my hair off just to see you go lingerie shopping." She said with a straight face, her hand still working its magic on the paper.

Briefly glancing up at her cerulean locks the girl glanced back at Lucy with a little grin, placing the pencil back in her hand. A stickman (woman?) was crying, large tears making a puddle on the floor beneath it. "Whadda ya say hah? Five minutes! Five minutes only, you don't even have to buy something. I'll buy you some new games I have to!", she bargained, with bouncing brows, nudging the girl in the arm like it was the best idea ever.

"You name the price and I'll match it! Unless you're too scared...", she uttered with sly smirk, making the bait for her favourite Australian. This was all fun and games, but in truth Evy was testing the girl's boundaries, poking and prodding her until she got results.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Do I look like the type to give in to that kinda shit?" Lucy asked, wearing a subtly annoyed look when her pencil was stolen. She leaned back slightly and watched as she went to work, dismantling any thought that she might have an artistic bone in her body. She felt her eyebrow twitch when she threatened to cut off her hair suddenly. Well shit, that was annoying. Lucy reached out and gently curled a lock of blue hair around her fingers; "Don't."

She looked down at the drawing on offer and pressed her hand to her mouth, covering it to stop herself from laughing so loudly. She allowed the pencil to be tossed back into her other hand, and after a moment of so the Australian went to work around the horrifically drawn stick figure. With the boldest letters possible, she spelled out the phrase; No. Fucking. Way.

And she looked back up with a painfully sarcastic smile. Message received, right?

Lucy doubted it.

"I'm not scared." The tattooed one shot back, "I'd just rather climb up on the bloody roof and toss myself over the edge." Lucy reeled back with her own laughter, dropping the pencil down and curling her fingers around the beloved energy drink she'd been neglecting. And - sure that her reaction would warrant some kind of ill response from the other girl - Lucy reached over and cupped her chin lightly, mimicking the pout she'd been offering in the most realistically sarcastic way possible. "Baby, don't be like that."

[Evony Vasiliev]

Don't? The Blue bird scoffed at the statement, wrinkling her nose at how direct Lucy was being. While part of her actually got a thrill out of how stern Lucy was, actually finding the little hint of firmness quite exciting. The Australian was going to be a hard nut to crack. But looks like she had found some leverage, even if it risked her hair. "Five minutes in a store, that's all I'm asking. Gosh it can just be for sports bras then if you're too much of a pussy..." Evy smirked, nudging her nose against the hand on her hair. She wasn't going to give up until she'd gotten bored with the idea or Lucy submitted.

The response to her drawing forced a bemused snort to escape Evy's porcelain visage. Yeah she really did suck at drawing and there was no need to talk about it. At all.

"Lucy, you are so scared, just admit it. Look if you do this then I'll do whatever you want me to do...and unlike you, I'm always up for a dare." Evy smiled, staring into Lucy's chocolate eyes in an attempt to find any hint of giving up. Evy had just given this girl a free ticket to do whatever she wanted to do. Now who was the one taking risks?

With Lucy now cupping her chin Evy could not help but blush ever so slightly and scrunch her toes, letting out a drawn out sigh before assuming her puppy look again. Oh damn, Lucy called her baby. This was getting hard! "You're a meanie poopoo head and you make little girls cry!" She pouted, stamping her foot against the base of the stool whilst poking Lucy in the shoulder. "C'mon! Where's your sense of fun?!" The thief whined, clasping the arm connected to her chin in both hands and shaking it like a toy doll. A little tantrum here or there always spiced things up.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

It was an irreversible truth that Lucy for some reason liked her hair. She'd been intrigued to learn why it was blue; she found it complex. Like an unsolvable puzzle. But the rawness of the singular word felt lost, and so she laughed through Evony's response instead. "Can't live through a good moment, can ya?" Lucy chided, grinning to herself as she let her hand drop away. She couldn't believe she was actually having this conversation; "I wear regular ones. You've seen them; I leave them on the floor." But shopping. She couldn't think of a worse past time.

"Ah, but I bet I could get you to do whatever I wanted anyway." And it was difficult to pinpoint an idea with such an open offer; "Except leave me alone. Though..." Her voice trailed away. She had been distant lately. But she didn't really want to make a thing about it. She just nodded the thought away.

She had to do something to stop herself from laughing. So Lucy pressed her lips together, running her tongue along the line of her lower lip. And it was a new tactic to try and get the hell out of this conversation. Though so far she seemed to be keeping strong. "Did you know there's nothing hotter than girls who act like their five? You're so hard to resist right now." Smirking through her own words, Lucy at least tried to free her arm from Evony's grip. But she didn't have her hopes up.

"I gotta sense of fun. It just doesn't go shopping. If it had to chose, it would rather climb on a roof."

[Evony Vasiliev]

"I'll live through this good minute if you agree!" Evy stated with a firm nod, crossing her arms on the table and staring Lucy right in the eyes. Ohyeah, direct eye contact was definitely going to convince Lucy. Who could possibly deny the shimmery blue orbs that glistened with mischievous glee and twisted innocence? Rolling her eyes she offered Lucy a feigned look of disappointment. "Yes I've seen them...but c'mon, they're boring! What happens if a dashing prince,...or princess, takes you into their feathered bed and removes thy garments? What are you gonna do when they sees you wearing discount bras?" She shuddered with a theatrical cringe, "If that didn't appeal to your lost soul then I have truly failed..." She sighed dramatically, urging Lucy with her eyes to agree.

It should work, hopefully. Most of the time Evy simply talked her way into getting what she wanted but Lucy was a hard nut to crack. A very hard nut.

The Blue bird actually felt her cheeks instantly flush red when Lucy mentioned her doing 'anything', was it true? Evy was usually the sort to never turn down a dare or a challenge but...agreeing with the Australian would certianly put her on the losing side. "Pfft, don't think too highly of yourself. You'll have to force me", she whispered with a cheeky grin, only to purse her lips when Lucy continued. "I...I could totally leave you alone for a week! But, that's uhh...that's just mean", she stumbled, furrowing her brow at the lingering thoughts of creeping back into bed with Lucy. No, she mustn't bring it up...Lucy would surely say no.

Still flailing Lucy's arm around, Evy let out a deep sigh, rolling we eyes from the Australian's quip. "Sweetie, I knew you had a thing for younger girls." She deadpanned, face completely blank until it curled backed into her pouty face. "But it should weally weally work!" She giggled, fluttering her eyelashes whilst tightly gripping Lucy's hands in between her dainty porcelain pair.

Something had finally worked. Reverse psychology had it merits and Evy quickly let out a giddy squeal!

"Yes! You're going stargazing with me! We can save the lingerie shopping for later!" She enthusiastically stated with a brisk nod, flapping Lucy's hand in the air in an attempt to get the Australian to join the celebration. "How easy was that aye? Look at you, taking risks and living your life", the thief smiled, lightly punching Lucy in the shoulder. This was great!

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

At the direct eye contact, Lucy blinked a few times, her dark eyes searching the concentrated brightness offered to her. Innocence? Who did she think she was fooling. She was a raging klepto and Lucy knew it. "Sorry it's not good enough for you. But I really don't give a fuck." She offered in return. "He-She's not gonna care what gets ripped off in the process of getting naked. And if he does, he's probably a raging Mo." Ugh, she thought of Dom in that moment. Why did she do that? Gross. Seriously. "Besides, I don't like it when lace gets in the way of the ink. Wonder Woman's back there, y'know." She offered, motioning to the placement of her back piece.

"I could be forceful, if I wanted to be." Lucy offered. She was when she was a myriad of rage, but this was a different type of forceful. Still, same vein. She wore a look of surprise; "Are you blushing?" Lucy asked, tilting her head to one side slightly. Say it wasn't so! "Frosta, that's so cute. Am I making you nervous?" Now she was just playing it up, but really. It was too good to ignore; "Is it the fear of being alone that's got you all bothered? Or the talk of me forcing you down? Are you imaging it right now? Does it look good in your head?"

Oh, how she missed the control she had over her own arm. She picked up the pencil and held it close by; "Do you want me to stab you in the eye? Or the hand?" Lucy threatened lightly. Lightly being the key word, because it was a joke. But she raised the pencil in her hand anyway, raising her eyebrows at the fact.

"Half past never." Lucy corrected, exhaling on a sigh. At least she'd been roped into the lesser of two evils. Not that it was going to be that bad, really. She just had to keep a lid on her paranoia. Wiggling her arm free, Lucy made the move to entwine her fingers with Evony's again. She offered a look of sincerity, but who knew if it was really legitimate? "But you're all the risk I need."