Learn the Language of Love [Andi/Belle][Closed]

Something just didn't feel right. Every step the demon took led to her just.. -feeling- someone in distress. It wasn't her precious star that she cared so deeply for back at home, but rather someone new. Some new person who could perhaps need a bit of talking too, a new friend, maybe just a pick-me-up and a nice outing for lunch! Belle sometimes thought of herself as a little too eager to meet new faces and be a helpful shove in the right direction, but it hasn't bitten her in the butt so far, so might as well keep doing it~!

Soon enough, Andi would hear the faint clicking of boots against the hard surface of the pavement. It was a nice little suburban town, the sun shining overhead, rolling planes visible in the distance as people bustled about with their lives. A sound like that shouldn't be too alarming, unless it was coming straight towards her! Andi would be able to spot none other than this cheerful looking person standing right before them! Long, flowing purple hair falling well past her back, a beautiful, flashy top adorning her chest with a cute yellow heart and bow upon her breast, a pink, flowy skirt trailing out a bit behind her, and white boots that went past her knees were seen. A gloved hand slowly reached over to try and gently touch the milky white horn, feeling if it was tender and soft, hard and brittle, or just the right amount of sturdiness. It might have been an odd thing to do, but for most people with horns, it was a fair way of seeing just how sick they were. This girl did not look okay! She shook in place, she trembled, she looked just about ready to puke her brains out.

The demon slowly leaned a bit further down, letting her cheerful face be the only thing Andi could see as a smile formed upon her lips. There was a faint twinkle in her eyes as this woman didn't seem to house any fear or foul emotions. She had dealt with all of that already, things were still fairly bad, but in the end, she was fine, and so were the ones she cared for. What reason is there to keep that fear and make herself a nervous wreck?

"Hey~, you doin' alright? You don't look the best, you look just about ready to puke your breakfast out all over the floor." A single hand was proffered out towards her, as if asking for a handshake between the two of them. "My name's Belle, so wanna tell me what's your's?" Despite the odd appearance the woman had, the scales and coloration of her skin, her eyes never once drifted away from Andi's own. It was rude to stare, so she would keep the eye contact between the two of them. She didn't want to scare the girl, she only wanted to just speak with her a bit, maybe help her recover from this sickness she seemed to be plagued with.