Weird? Why? Aren't you happy spending time with me?
[ Her, and not that other Nami. It's not the question about the cake that gives up the ruse so much as the smear of paint left behind on his fingers when he draws her hands away from her cheek.
The doppelganger's eyes blaze, the wheels of its mind turning frantically as it elects to change tactics. Deception may not work anymore, but perhaps straight facts will. ]
She won't ever love you like I would, Rinne. [ She starts, almost cooing with affection. ] She's too obsessed with protecting herself to ever acknowledge how much she cares, but I'm not. [ Her eyes widen as she reaches for him, wanting to touch his cheek. ] I can give you everything she's too afraid to, I can show you how she really feels.
[Oh? That was interesting. Rinne hadn't expected her to choose a more hostile route, but honestly--? That was probably not the best plan of action. Not for this Nami at least, when she gets a cheeky grin and a pinch of her cheek, eyes narrowed as he assesses her.]
Heh~? Yer true colors are finally showin', H*lbein-chan.
[Because she's made of oil paint, even if the reference flies over her head.]
Why would I want somethin' from ya, if ya ain't really her? I ain't settlin' for a knock-off just for funsies.
[ The other Nami sounds wholly confident as she points this out, before rolling her shoulders seductively and stepping closer again, reaching out to try to put a hand on his chest. ]
Don't you ever wish she adored you openly, like you deserve?
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[ Her, and not that other Nami. It's not the question about the cake that gives up the ruse so much as the smear of paint left behind on his fingers when he draws her hands away from her cheek.
The doppelganger's eyes blaze, the wheels of its mind turning frantically as it elects to change tactics. Deception may not work anymore, but perhaps straight facts will. ]
She won't ever love you like I would, Rinne. [ She starts, almost cooing with affection. ] She's too obsessed with protecting herself to ever acknowledge how much she cares, but I'm not. [ Her eyes widen as she reaches for him, wanting to touch his cheek. ] I can give you everything she's too afraid to, I can show you how she really feels.
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Heh~? Yer true colors are finally showin', H*lbein-chan.
[Because she's made of oil paint, even if the reference flies over her head.]
Why would I want somethin' from ya, if ya ain't really her? I ain't settlin' for a knock-off just for funsies.
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[ The other Nami sounds wholly confident as she points this out, before rolling her shoulders seductively and stepping closer again, reaching out to try to put a hand on his chest. ]
Don't you ever wish she adored you openly, like you deserve?