[center][color=purple][h3]Niflheim Sokolov[/h3]
[b]The Violet Reaper[/b]
[i]Location: Headquarters 
Interactions: [@FallenTrinity] [/i][/color][/center]

[i][color=purple]I have a bad feeling about him, but... I suppose he's right.[/color][/i]

Hesitant, the Ukrainian woman met his pace beside him, but didn't make eye contact. Rather, she folded her purple gloved hands together before her, keeping her golden gaze at her feet.

[color=purple]"As you've said, you don't hang around with others often. And I'm not the friendliest person here. So you must have another reason for inviting me along with you rather than just wanting a companion."[/color] The words were cold. He obviously had a motive, but Violet Reaper couldn't put her finger on it. She didn't care if she seemed rude, she was annoyed already, and she didn't feel like being bothered.

Still, she went along didn't she? Reaper's shoulders visibly softened. [color=purple]"... Apologies. I don't mean to be brash. Thank you, for talking up for me back there. It was very kind of you."[/color] She offered lightly, still avoiding looking at him. She wasn't one for interaction, after all...