reapersrequiem:

 

No, by no means could she be a typical or otherwise underwhelming person - he would not have bothered gracing her with his company otherwise. Her reaction is one that brings a broader smile to his lips, and as if to mimic her, he presses his knuckles to his bare hips, leaning over the smallest amount. “How impudently feisty of you, madam. I assure you, my intention was not to get ‘cute’. May I possibly ask where you are from? Wherever it may be, manners must not be the top priority.”

To put it simply, Kuja is drawn to power, and he is drawn to grace. It wouldn’t be a far out gamble to assume that he may simply be seeking out someone he finds almost as impressive as himself.

_{Manners? Perfectly curved brows that rose in small ashtonishment. Did that guy just opposed her? The pulsian made a small ‘heh’ sound, ere she errected her tall being straight up again. She had like…non? As one of the last survivors of an once gorgeous world, you actually give a shit about stuff like manners. Let alone the fact,that Fang was one of those, who gave a shit about other people’s oppinion and stuff. Yeah…that was probably the excuse for all her sassy comments and her often brutal actions. Strong arms would solve from her hips, now folding thightly beyond her chest.}

_{“ Ah’m from Oerba,sweetheart.” The thought about it always made her a little sad, but this time, her own somewhat frantic fury about the others remark ensured that her stern smirk stood on her lips. “Gran Pulse, the world that snacks guys like ya for breakfast.” Would he get the wink? The apearance told much about a man’s talents and skills and ths one surely was a magican of some sort. Definitely no wielder of any combat or melee weapons.} 

_{Yet Fang had one character trait, the most tended to ignore. She was curious from time to time. Curious and drawn to people she could trsu or which would turn into worthy opponents. Something like this.}

_{“Unless ya find a way to slice a Behemoth’s friggin’ troath with ye precious manners ”}