Empty Inside (Caly/Santa)

Santa TENSED in surprise as she was suddenly lifted off the ground, bench and all! She was practically rigid as she was then carried along for the light jog, an EXHAUSTED groan escaping from her as somehow this psychopath managed to bring her along for the damn jog anyway.

But she was too tired and mentally exhausted to argue. She let out a Ghurh of resigned surrender, and rolled onto her side, back facing the ......well.....turning her back ish toward the woman as she curled up on the bench and tried to get some rest, letting the strange woman carry her around as they wished.

Santa groaned a little as they suddenly stopped, slowly rolling onto her back and blinking slowly, turning her head to glance at Calypso. "What? No she didn't drain me. she just made my head hurt. And I don't know what a Motel is." She grumbled, slowly massaging her eyelids as she did her best not to just unfocus on everything around her. Not quite capable of explaining that she wasn't tired tired, but a ......weird mental kind of tired. Which she didn't feel was the same as tired.

Santa paused, briefly confused. Was she being.....smug? For Hvit intentionally blasting her mind in that strange bout of maliciousness? Or what she assumed was malice. After all, hosting the woman inside her had not really been....hard. So she didnt understand in the slightest the supposed superiority that the woman seemed to feel. Santa furrowed her brows a little and felt.... her eyes narrow slightly. She was being looked down on, and she felt a slow, twisting disdain begin building in her stomach. This fucking HUMAN was looking at her. And why shouldn't she? She let her mind drift back, to the little competetive game for running across the water. The jogging with the woman harping on Santa being able to keep up.

And ......slowly. She began to realize that every single activity they had partaken in, even the brief entering of Hvit into her soul, had all been some sort of ....superiority trip. Even now, the woman was feeling some sort of smugness over how exhausting housing the hollow had been, and she slowly clenched her fists in a slow fury. Her nails slowly boring holes in her palms which barely bled as her regeneration closed up the injuries just as quickly. She didn't like this human. And even more....she hated that there was nothing she could do about it. This woman outclassed her in many ways, and there was that strange hollow/potential imaginary friend. She had to bite down her pride. But it was still fuel. That burning disdain pushed her to stand up. "I think that's enough for today homie. As much as I'd like to jig, I don't think I'm cut out to hang out with you for long. I can't KEEP up." She murmured, a hint of hiss in those last words.

Santa narrowed her eyes, growing more and more irritated. She didn't WANT reason. she WANTED to dislike the woman! The indignation of her own perception was already in her head, and even NOW she held back the urge to glare at the woman, speaking and acting like this was just her fault that she'd been in these situations! NONSENSE! Literally too angry to think clearly, she let anger color her thoughts as she clenched her fists.

"I'm sure you and your Highness would be all too entertained to have that, but I'm afraid my patience for entertaining has espired." She noted in what she felt was her own, calm, snooty tone. But it honestly came out just sort of gritted and growly, not at all the sophisticated high road that she thought she was putting out. No, santa was VERY clearly unhappy. And being around a god had not made her hold her tongue, Calypso certainly wasn't someone she was going to do that around either. Her own hardheadedness taking effect.

It was all a VERY starrk contrast to the calm, pleasant Santa that Calypso had been interactring with just a few moments ago, the sheer swing of the woman's mood something like what one would expect from a child or a dumb bitch. As it were, Santa was more than capable of being the latter. Especially when her own assumptions (such as her presumption that Hvit was imaginary) were contradicted. And now, she was starting to feel like this Calypso girl was on some sort of power trip! LORDING over an inferior arrancar. Oh she could see it now!

Santa was.....INCREDIBLY angry! Why was this woman so FOCUSED on this?! She glared, her brain steaming a little as she tried to figure it all out, why she was just IGNORING her gripes and was just soldiering on?! It didn't make any sense, and she found that she hated being confused as much as she hated being angry. And all the while Calypso just seemed not to care! That blasé expression and the fact that she was more or less ignoring how upset that Santa was! Or well, it FELT like she was.

Ultimately, it culminated into a sudden rage spike that Santa wasn't used to. With a sudden twist of her upper body, she threw a punch straight forward with the intent on punching Calypso square in the center of her face! It was ...... well slow. Sant wasn't fast. she wasn't strong. For someone like Calypso, it was all too easy to avoid, and even if that fist did strike her face, it was possible that with the sheer discrepency between them that she wouldn't even feel it. But Santa wasn't taking that into account in the slightest. She was just focused on how angry she was.