[Oh, dear. That's going to bother her — the fact that Aventurine is the adult equivalent of "sprays too much axe in the locker room". While her nose isn't as sensitive a an animals, she has been raised to be concerned about sniffing out poisons. Mages, after all, are not kind to their fellow colleagues.
Yet her displeasure doesn't wear on her face. Rin has spent the last eleven years wearing different kinds of "masks," and tolerating overbearing perfume isn't exactly the hardest one to put on. Obliging him, she takes his hand.]
Absolutely. Let us get seated and begin the night.
[Her voice is measured despite the little bit of eagerness in her eyes. After her little "get rich quick" scheme failed, she's been struggling on two (incredibly cheap, the same level of food her Rank 2 acquaintances eat) meals a day. Something decent will be a welcome reprieve.]
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Yet her displeasure doesn't wear on her face. Rin has spent the last eleven years wearing different kinds of "masks," and tolerating overbearing perfume isn't exactly the hardest one to put on. Obliging him, she takes his hand.]
Absolutely. Let us get seated and begin the night.
[Her voice is measured despite the little bit of eagerness in her eyes. After her little "get rich quick" scheme failed, she's been struggling on two (incredibly cheap, the same level of food her Rank 2 acquaintances eat) meals a day. Something decent will be a welcome reprieve.]