Shanzira and Virion: C Support

I kick my legs back and forth at the table in the pantry, bored. Damn you, art block. Normally when I've stared down my sketchbook so much, my mind yields some form of inspiration. Not this time. Uggghhh. I let out a great big sigh.

I hear light-footed yet heavy footsteps– Masculine, but energetic. Virion. And he heard me sigh. Fuck. I brace myself for the inevitable. "Whatever might it be that would summon forth such a–"

I interrupt him with a groan heftier than my earlier sigh. "Uggghhh. Cut the crap, Virion. What do you want?" I am in no mood to put up with his shit. What makes him think I'm susceptible to his pathetic attempts at charm? Fucking chauvinist. I can't think with this guy in my grill.

He gives a miniature bow and holds his hand out to me. "Is a nobleman not entitled to query a fair maiden as to her troubles?" He looks up, right into my eyes. Damn, I never knew his eyes were red. You can't tell from the artwork.

I snort and lightly slap his hand away. "You're entitled to ask, just like I'm entitled to say "FUCK NO."" My eyebrows have dipped into the region of my eyes, and my upper lip is curled in a snarl.

I really do hate this guy.

He takes one small step back, but that's it. "My my, such a harsh rebuff... But the harsher the lady," he puffs up here and leans in a little, "the more rewarding her gentle touches." My. Fucking. God. He needs to keep his distance, he's invading my personal space.

I turn my head so that I'm barely looking at him, and I speak in a voice which matches my expression: "The gentlest touches I have for you are all punches and slaps in various places, usually your face. And," I raise a finger to properly punctuate this, "let's not get started on my kicks, because I have a special one reserved for your–"

He grimaces and steps back. Final-fuckin'-ly. "Er, yes, I understand your point, milady. If I may ask, however, you are not accustomed to rejecting your suitors, are you?" How did he know? Must be my awkward chill.

I pull out the sarcasm. Wonder if he speaks that? "Wow, he cares so much he breaks out the plain speech." I regard his question a little more seriously, to hopefully fend him off my ass. "I've had to reject a guy once. Afterwards everyone assumed I was off-limits. Learn from that example."

He brightens up, palpably hopeful. "So I would assume, then, that your answer is most commonly approval?" He offers his hand out to me once again, forgetting that I've already slapped it away. The difference here is that other than his hand, he's not too close to me. "After all, how could such a fair lady as yourself be–"

Immediate interrupt. "Shut up and leave me alone." I look down at my sketchbook, frustrated by its blankness and by my lack of ideas. As if I can think of anything with Virion nearby! Why is he so annoying?! No, better question, lemme ask it out loud! "Why is it that the one time I'm surrounded by cute guys, it's one of the assholes that decides to hit on me?"

His hand reaches towards his chin thoughtfully, and yet hesitantly, with his eyes staring into the distance. "I might suppose, then... That no one has dared approach you since...?" He tilts his head to regard me again.

I let out another pointed sigh. "Look, I said leave me alone, okay?" Okay, think of a complaint about guys who ask you out. Umm. Okay, here. "There've been a couple guys who tried in the most subtle manner possible, but subtlety doesn't work when I'm not interested. They never bothered to put the damn question to me." As much as I'm fond of subtlety, it doesn't get the ball rolling, it just sets it up.

Virion straightens himself, more assured than before. "Then a direct approach is one you favor. Well then, milady Shanzira, might I take you for a pleasant dinner on this fine evening?" He turns to face me with his entire body, a triumphant smile on his face.

I've had it with him. "No." I slam my sketchbook shut, gather my ink and quill, rise from my chair, push it in, and stride out of the room, my heels slamming the floor with every step.

I hear him sigh, but it's definitely not defeat in his tone. "Cold as ice... I have tried all but the most desperate of approaches, and she still refuses. A quandary, indeed... But as the bards say– "When at first you do not succeed, do not falter your attempts until you do!""

Oh, gods. I should just avoid him from now on...

Author's notes: A shorter one, but support conversations aren't supposed to be long. More C supports later.