[u][i]Shannon & Blathnat "Sugar" Balore.[/i][/u]
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Oh what is this? Oh, yes, Shannon the [i]Wise River[/i] has attracted the attention of some boy. Yaaaaaay... What sort of entertainment shall he provide her with now? Well, naturally, she gave the boy a quick up-down to get the jist of his appearance. You know, to see if he was at least worth her time. She pulled one hand away from her crossed arms, then adjusted her glasses a bit. Not making any effort to hide that she wasn't looking at him - but let's all hope this buffoon doesn't think Shannon is checking him out, yes? Because everyone are so full of themselves, so caught up in their own egos that they can barely see the bigger picture. Other possibilities. Let's see... average height (As far as she could tell.), spiky hair - obviously a sign that he was apart of the rave community, because what other fool would have hair like that? Those were the most normal features, however. What caught her - and anyone with a brain's - eye was the obviously inhuman features. His claws, his eyes, his... obviously this man was a Meta-human, of the animal class. Which, at this point, knowing of so many Metas herself, did not interest Shannon at all. All she knew was that this guy was up here in her face and is annoying her. She sighed. Normally she would have walked away immediately, but since Blathnat was playing this game, she was pretty much stuck here. So, what to do, what to do... Oh, yes. Get rid of him. She didn't need to be blatant, all she needed to do was drop a hint or two, then he'll go away. Then again, that's optimistic, even for her.

In a world that showed her that pessimism [i]is[/i] the way.

Normally, Blathnat didn't exactly display the most awareness, being eight [i]and[/i] currently distracted, but she had a guardian overhead that [i]did[/i]. Having no reason to falter and let anyone slip up. Sir Reginald was exactly behind Sugar, invisible to all but her who could see him in all his glory. He merely scanned Darren's thoughts and learned of his intentions. They weren't hostile, merely concerned with Shannon than anything. Nonetheless, Mistress Sugar had not noticed him, and it was his duty to keep her alert as possible. Sir Reginald simply sent her a brief message. Sugar had her eyes glued to the screen intently, her game of Pac-Man would not be interrupted. She was collecting the balls with the ghosts closing in, until Sir Reginald had telepathically urged her of Darren's presence and broke her flow a bit. The message had overroded all other thoughts, so it had thrown her off a bit. But that Sir Reginald, she was so glued to her game that she had ignored a guest! How nice of him. "Hi." She greeted Darren, turning her head towards him and giving him a smile that barred her braces. Before. Well, she is a [i]Princess[/i] after all. She needed to address all of her subjects. Because that's what a [i]nice[/i] princess does.

Nice, Blathnat choose to ignore him instead of making friends. What a nice little girl for a change. That makes her job easier. Her job is taking all courses so that she's left alone. Now how does she start? Perhaps a few sarcastic comments to low-blow him all the way to the other machine. "Oh boy," Shannon started off, flicking a strand of hair out of her face, before crossing her arms again. She kept her gaze dead-set on Darren, intent on getting rid of him. "Let me guess, you're about to bombard me with flirtatious remarks, yes? About how my fun just started now that you're here?" It made her smirk. She could already see him running off with his tail in between his legs.