[ Even if she were a duelist, it would be more or less likely that she wouldn't have been particularly interested in becoming one of his groupies, anyways. For the most part, Ann's a reserved person, save for when in the privacy of what few friends she's got... watching Seto on TV? Likely, maybe, if he could hold her attention for long enough. But actually wanting to go out of her way to try and better herself dueling wise just to try and get a shot at meeting him? Very unlikely. She's not a super competitive person like that... mostly. If he were a model? It'd be on. But he's not. ] True enough. Thank goodness for small blessings, right? And I know you'll make a snarky comment about blessings, so can that thought before you even make the attempt. Just roll with it.
[ She knows him well enough to see him scoffing at the idea, after all. ]
It's funny, because it's a private school... you have to have a certain grade point average to even be considered. Political and monetary sway is also put to use there, too, of course... no big surprise. [ In her case, she'd actually tried her hardest to pass the entrance exams for one reason and one reason only: this was the school Shiho had chosen because of their volleyball team's reputation. And there was no way in hell that she was going to go through highschool without Shiho, thanks. Not that she'll have a choice now, when she gets home, but... well. That's then. This is now. His offer is... pleasantly surprising, and more than a little unexpected. ] Thanks! I appreciate that... and yeah, I can definitely make it up to you for your efforts. [ As if she wouldn't anyways...
She is so confused right now, and she understands enough that he must be feeling confused, too, to a degree. She's not used to this whole... flirting and attempting to bag a date thing. She's never been romantically involved with anyone, and she's only ever had feelings for one person and even that hadn't lasted once they'd established her feelings were one sided. She's fully prepared to embrace this possibility again, but once more he's put a wrench into that idea. She'd expected him to snap at her for changing her bet to something so juvenile, honestly, and had anticipated being able to smile at him and ask him if he liked manicures because that's what he's going to be subjected to. So, when he changes his bet to that? She's... not sure what to think. This is emotionally draining... ]
If you really want to, fine. [ She's still unsure about this idea now, but mostly, she's confused. First he's friend-zoning her, then he's not again. She has no idea what to think and he's thrown her off again. She can feel her cheeks heating up at the prospect that maybe, just maybe this is something he really wants, too... but she's not going to let herself get too hopeful just yet. She glances off to the side for a moment. ] But you're not going to win. I hope you enjoy the color pink, Seto-kun, because your nails are going to look fabulous when I'm done with them.
[ Now more than ever, she has to win. Not only does she sort of want to see him walking around with bright pink nails on her behalf, but she also has a horrible urge to save him from... potentially doing something he doesn't want to do. Even if wearing pink nails is probably something else he doesn't... want to do. Unfortunately, he's a lot more athletic than the average card wielding nerd -- look at him go. Really, if he want to her school, they'd probably begging him to come to the track team, now that their star runner was forced to sit on the sidelines. But Ann refuses to just give up, and so she starts hurtling herself over these objects too.
Months, and months of pilfering around Mementos and the Metaverse in general have made her a whole lot bolder in regards to not giving a shit about what she's stepping on or jumping on or over or trying to squeeze through. Heels be damned, the cogs in her brain are right back in motion now that the initial shock and weariness of emotions have worn down and she's got her head back in the game. If she deviates from the path just a little, despite the trash that's in the way, she thinks... she can get an edge on him. There's a lot of big objects that she's going to have to grapple onto and squeeze through, but she's small and scrappy and she's sure she can do it.
That's exactly what she's going to do, too -- she breaks off from his side, just slightly, to run off and around a few toasters and what appears to be exercise equipment to instead forge her own path, so to speak. She squeezes easily through two large stainless steel refrigerators that are half on top of one another, and while she has to duck and half slide under them, she does so with ease. She springs up and launches herself up onto a chair that's extremely unbalanced, and it's a good thing that she's quick to jump off of that because it immediately topples over, but it was necessary to give her a boost -- there's a stacked washer/dryer combo in her way that she's launched herself up on top of, pulling herself up with the grace of an extremely determined feline, before she hurls herself down from it, using the momentum to push her through the air in an attempt to close the gap between them. She lands with a slight wince, because... heels, but she's too invested to care about that right now. She's maneuvering around a few type writers and computer monitors now, because the finishing point is right there... she tosses a glance to him to see just... how far (or behind, maybe) he is now, because it won't be long until this is over. ]
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[ She knows him well enough to see him scoffing at the idea, after all. ]
It's funny, because it's a private school... you have to have a certain grade point average to even be considered. Political and monetary sway is also put to use there, too, of course... no big surprise. [ In her case, she'd actually tried her hardest to pass the entrance exams for one reason and one reason only: this was the school Shiho had chosen because of their volleyball team's reputation. And there was no way in hell that she was going to go through highschool without Shiho, thanks. Not that she'll have a choice now, when she gets home, but... well. That's then. This is now. His offer is... pleasantly surprising, and more than a little unexpected. ] Thanks! I appreciate that... and yeah, I can definitely make it up to you for your efforts. [ As if she wouldn't anyways...
She is so confused right now, and she understands enough that he must be feeling confused, too, to a degree. She's not used to this whole... flirting and attempting to bag a date thing. She's never been romantically involved with anyone, and she's only ever had feelings for one person and even that hadn't lasted once they'd established her feelings were one sided. She's fully prepared to embrace this possibility again, but once more he's put a wrench into that idea. She'd expected him to snap at her for changing her bet to something so juvenile, honestly, and had anticipated being able to smile at him and ask him if he liked manicures because that's what he's going to be subjected to. So, when he changes his bet to that? She's... not sure what to think. This is emotionally draining... ]
If you really want to, fine. [ She's still unsure about this idea now, but mostly, she's confused. First he's friend-zoning her, then he's not again. She has no idea what to think and he's thrown her off again. She can feel her cheeks heating up at the prospect that maybe, just maybe this is something he really wants, too... but she's not going to let herself get too hopeful just yet. She glances off to the side for a moment. ] But you're not going to win. I hope you enjoy the color pink, Seto-kun, because your nails are going to look fabulous when I'm done with them.
[ Now more than ever, she has to win. Not only does she sort of want to see him walking around with bright pink nails on her behalf, but she also has a horrible urge to save him from... potentially doing something he doesn't want to do. Even if wearing pink nails is probably something else he doesn't... want to do. Unfortunately, he's a lot more athletic than the average card wielding nerd -- look at him go. Really, if he want to her school, they'd probably begging him to come to the track team, now that their star runner was forced to sit on the sidelines. But Ann refuses to just give up, and so she starts hurtling herself over these objects too.
Months, and months of pilfering around Mementos and the Metaverse in general have made her a whole lot bolder in regards to not giving a shit about what she's stepping on or jumping on or over or trying to squeeze through. Heels be damned, the cogs in her brain are right back in motion now that the initial shock and weariness of emotions have worn down and she's got her head back in the game. If she deviates from the path just a little, despite the trash that's in the way, she thinks... she can get an edge on him. There's a lot of big objects that she's going to have to grapple onto and squeeze through, but she's small and scrappy and she's sure she can do it.
That's exactly what she's going to do, too -- she breaks off from his side, just slightly, to run off and around a few toasters and what appears to be exercise equipment to instead forge her own path, so to speak. She squeezes easily through two large stainless steel refrigerators that are half on top of one another, and while she has to duck and half slide under them, she does so with ease. She springs up and launches herself up onto a chair that's extremely unbalanced, and it's a good thing that she's quick to jump off of that because it immediately topples over, but it was necessary to give her a boost -- there's a stacked washer/dryer combo in her way that she's launched herself up on top of, pulling herself up with the grace of an extremely determined feline, before she hurls herself down from it, using the momentum to push her through the air in an attempt to close the gap between them. She lands with a slight wince, because... heels, but she's too invested to care about that right now. She's maneuvering around a few type writers and computer monitors now, because the finishing point is right there... she tosses a glance to him to see just... how far (or behind, maybe) he is now, because it won't be long until this is over. ]