[ It'd be hard not to notice her, slurping at a straw of some nondescript sugary drink. Dearest Moira is about as subtle as sledgehammer when she's supposed to be a shadow in a crowd, lingering around when a death is meant to take place, really. She has a particular way of doing that, though; she's not like her reaper siblings, who simply go to those they will lead away... no. She prefers to stalk those who with the hands about to get bloody, prefers to watch them for entertainment, and most of the time, she even makes an effort to become their friend.
Moira pretends to be distracted when Sam approaches, but it's all very deliberate. The arch of her brows, the lazy way she turns to him despite the confusion that reads on her face. At first glance she looks like any other absentminded girl, but soon enough people start to think something's off. Artificial, like it's been built from the inside out based on an internet search on human behavior. ]
Do I? Mm. [ She makes a face, like a resigned, 'yeah, sounds like something I would do'. After another slurp, ] What do I want to talk about?
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Moira pretends to be distracted when Sam approaches, but it's all very deliberate. The arch of her brows, the lazy way she turns to him despite the confusion that reads on her face. At first glance she looks like any other absentminded girl, but soon enough people start to think something's off. Artificial, like it's been built from the inside out based on an internet search on human behavior. ]
Do I? Mm. [ She makes a face, like a resigned, 'yeah, sounds like something I would do'. After another slurp, ] What do I want to talk about?