gone.

【 ❆𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔼𝕃 。】ᵃᶰᵍᵉˡᶤᶜ⁻ˢᵒʳᵃᶰᵒ

“Huh? Infamous pout? Oh hush! At least it isn’t an infamous PUBLIC stripping habit.”
The pouty woman was still pouting only because Sorano wasn’t going to let Gray get away with tickling her without bringing up something that would send his ‘victory’ in a time out.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire continent knew about that ‘thing’ you do. If I’m not mistaken, it’s spontaneous? That must be annoying.”
Sorano was just teasing but was being honest about it, she wanted to see if Gray had an equivalent expression like her pouty nature.

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ THOUGH LIPS REMAIN drawn into a tight pucker as she continues to spew ❛ truths ❜, retorts only elicited through angry huffs of air from his flared nostrils. Incisors grit as he readies to mangle her, to deconstruct her FLAW by FLAW until she is finally reduced to the quivering mound of flesh he has become. Gray is well versed in her weaknesses, the slew of vulnerabilities buried deep beneath a seemingly impenetrable guise of passiveness. Vengeful gaze continues to devour her, inwardly constructing a verbal annihilation.

He will not lose.*

That was his purpose - no matter what. ( Defy him as she may, but the guild insignia embedded upon paled flesh was an ever so patent reminder of the PRIDE that he carried. ) Strong hands placed upon the angel’s shoulder, a reassuring grasp tightening upon clothed flesh as he remained close to Sorano, his gaze unfaltering as obsidian depths followed.

❝ You really outta be more HESITANT when
makin’ accusations like that. D'ya got any
reason to suspect me? ❞

He conjured a lopsided smile.