Tsai was annoyed as the reaper prattled on about art and inspiration. She raised a single, unimpressed eyebrow as he spoke. Her anger rose when he insisted she was scared of him, and she opened her mouth to retort. But then he brought up her home. His eyes took on a faint glow as he seemed to pick her apart, piece by piece. Her expression faltered as memories washed over her, regrets resurfacing in the wake of the reaper's words. Things she never had to think about except when she was alone at night with nothing to occupy her but her own thoughts. And here was this [i]child[/i] thinking he knew her, knew her past and her pain, as though [i]he had any right[/i]–

In a single graceful motion, Tsai pushed herself up so she was standing on the seat of her chair. She leaned forward, pressing the palm of one hand to the center of the table for balance. She was not lonely. She was not scared. And she was not for some child to poke and prod at because he found her interesting. 

She raised her free hand and placed a finger in the middle of his half-finished drawing, acid spreading from her skin to eat through the thin sheets of his pad. All the while, Tsai kept her eyes locked on his in a glare.

[color=crimson]"[i]I did not give you permission to draw me[/i]."[/color]

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