[Purred out with a slow-burning, toothy little grin that's all for (antagonistic) show: the current that'd hidden beneath Azúcar's sweet exterior, rolled back into its predatory prime.
But her attention drifts soberly back towards York a moment later, the calavera patterning that masked her face now entirely gone, damp hair draped down across one eye.
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[Purred out with a slow-burning, toothy little grin that's all for (antagonistic) show: the current that'd hidden beneath Azúcar's sweet exterior, rolled back into its predatory prime.
But her attention drifts soberly back towards York a moment later, the calavera patterning that masked her face now entirely gone, damp hair draped down across one eye.
She stands up. Offers a played-up salute.]
Try not to take too long.
I don't want to get stuck with babysitting duty.