[She wants to laugh at him, to tell him that he has no idea what makes her fine. But she knows that it will be of no use. He comes off as too hard-headed to fall for her taunts. That's a good thing, for the most part. But it also means that he's, well, less fun.
Scathach rolls her eyes at him, sheathing her makeshift weapon in her makeshift back harness. Definitely less fun.
Without responding, she grips the moss and bark, fingers digging a little too far into the trunk. But she doubts he'd notice, since he probably isn't looking for anything off about her. The corners of her mouth tug up into a smirk, and she starts scaling the tree with catlike grace and swiftness. Though the damp makes her uncomfortable, the bugs and height do not. There are few things that make The Shadow truly squirm. She practically tears vines and leaves out of her way as she races towards the top.]
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Scathach rolls her eyes at him, sheathing her makeshift weapon in her makeshift back harness. Definitely less fun.
Without responding, she grips the moss and bark, fingers digging a little too far into the trunk. But she doubts he'd notice, since he probably isn't looking for anything off about her. The corners of her mouth tug up into a smirk, and she starts scaling the tree with catlike grace and swiftness. Though the damp makes her uncomfortable, the bugs and height do not. There are few things that make The Shadow truly squirm. She practically tears vines and leaves out of her way as she races towards the top.]