Mira glared up at the ceiling, her arms tucked tightly across her chest.
Fireworks? Had Octavius just decided to tell her absolutely
nothing concerning anything for the entire night? Oh yes, it had be right fun running around with her head cut off, finding out that things he had
forced her to plan and carry out weren't even put to use. Random issues would just spring out of nowhere that she had to deal with, because that was what happened when in a social war with your professional superior. Oh he would get
quite an act of revenge for this night, her last precious one before forceable relocation, at that. She had half a mind to give
him a piece of her mind right now, if only to rudely interrupt whomever he had decided to plant his unfortunate face on---
As deeply rooted as her rather unforgiving thoughts were, this fireworks display was... making them ebb away. It
was beautiful, very stunning, so much so that she briefly closed her eyes and lifted her chin up to take in this wondrous feeling. Maybe this hadn't been... the worst idea... she had heard of... tonight. Blinking hazily, Mira wandered her gaze back down to earth, and saw him.
The old feeling she used to experience when she had deeply wanted to kiss Seth just because she
could took over her, and suddenly Mira couldn't bare to currently not be doing it. Kissing, kissing him, kissing Seth--- she
must. She too approached him as he did her, her hands reaching up to roughly grab his front. Compelled to him, she easily, and fiercely, pressed her lips to his, deepening their kiss almost immediately. It felt
so perfect, how could anything else in the world be as perfect?
