Alinta

The question left her lips before she even had time to register what he meant. “Poking me? Why would you be better suited to-” She caught herself before finishing it, and instead of overreacting she clamped her mouth shut, staring at the squares of the linoleum floor. He then laughed - The Physical part she got but…”Unethical? Why?” Alinta knew she’d regret asking that, especially with how Oscar stared her down, a twinkle in his eyes when she asked. As though he were waiting for her to ask such a question. Alinta pushed herself off the little barstool and stretched by arching her bac

Her smile faltered slightly as he returned her jest with another overly flirtatious remark. Was he like this with all women? Probably. Definitely. He practically oozed playboy. Alinta wouldn’t be surprised if he did it to the men too. “What a shame, Dog boy…” She said her little nickname for him slowly, drawling out the two simple syllables. “I’ve run out of meat to poke you with.” She said with a shrug and a laugh. “I’d offer to find something else - but I think you’d enjoy that a little…too much.” A practised pause, a purse of her lips, and a tilt of her head. “Yanno?” she asked, with an o

Alinta flicked her long crimson hair behind her and scoffed as Oscar laughed, loud and boisterous. Clearly enjoying his sleights and jabs at her. “Hmmph.” Alinta picked up the last of her hotdog. You know the little weiner part that sticks out over the side? She jabbed that right into his cheek. “Listen here dog boy.” She retorted with her own nickname for the jovial man. “You keep dishing that out, and I may just have to dish it back.” She had slowly become accustomed to his antics - and his laughter set her at ease. She tilted her head at his question, she had honestly just meant levels

“Ahh…” After having eaten the fist hot dog in virtually two bites. “That really hit the spot.” Alinta said as she rubbed her bare stomach, then accentuated it with two pats. “Thank you Oscar.” She laughed softly, “That - you’re right they’re so juicy! Ahh~ And the way the bread just soaks up the slightly sweet sauce - the way you caramelise the onions!” Alinta picked up the second hotdog and instead of just shoving it into her mouth she gave a chance to appreciate the aesthetics. “Look!” She said, showing him - as though he hadn’t made it himself. “Look how even the toppings are! The sauce do

Ali And there it was again; just as quickly as she was able to calm down, she felt that same hot sensation that flooded her cheeks. “A-Ali!” She took a breath. “I only allow my friends to call me Ali. Oscar…” Breathe Alinta, Breathe. She took a deep breath and attempted to put on a confident smile. “So - does that make you a fri-” Her words caught in her throat as he leaned forward, close. Dangerously so - the tickle of his hair against his forehead - the exhale of his breath against her skin. Alinta had to lean back. She watched as he snatched the drink from her hands, his eye

Her mouth parted into a toothy grin as the very tall man reassured her. “Yeh, damn right I could.” She reiterated as confidently as she could, Alinta even straightened her posture, and puffed out her chest for good measure. He didn’t have to know how worried she was, this was usually a safe place. It's why she stayed here, for the most part. It felt almost like a real city, at least. It used to. A nervous lavender gaze swept over the empty streets. They used to be bustling, there used to be new shops opening almost daily. New clothes, new food…it felt like a small town. One of those cozy ones

Alinta wasn’t wearing what one would normally expect in Aincrad - she didn’t don fancy armour - gauntlets or pauldrons. No, instead, she wore something far, far more simple. Reminiscent of her time outside the confines of the game, granted - it was a little too ‘casual’ for her liking. It missed spikes, it missed leather but for now, it’d do. After all - the town had slim pickings when it came to fashion. Worse still…when that fashion wasn’t fantasy based. The redheaded woman sighed, walking tall and proud through the streets. They were emptier than u

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✙ T H R E A D S ✙ [PP -F01] Hehe...I'm In Danger Alinta runs into a devilishly handsome man named Oscar, who scares away some roughians and feeds her some thick and robust sausage.

✙S T O R A G E ✙ Starter Package Set E [Black Cross Earring] +2 LD 3 Healing Potions (+50HP) 2,000 Col 10 Materials

✙ S K I L L S ✙ -NONE-

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NAME Alinta Ombra AGE 22 - 24 GENDER Female HEIGHT 155cm WEIGHT 60kg BIRTHDAY 31st October ORIGIN Ontario ALT CHARACTERS -Mari ✙ A L I N T A ✙ has family issues listens to my chemical romance has several fan fictions on wattpad. HISTORY Alinta Ombre - formerly known as Raven Ebonheart - formerly known as Rachel Crest - Alinta w