Is This Rubble?[Amaranta, Khaana]

How long had it been since she'd spent a night in this place? That was her stream of thought as she stepped through a Garganta, gazing at the house she had became familiar with before she set off into her own adventures. There were a lot of things she found herself wrapped in now, but she still had a duty to the boss, yeah? Of course.

Besides, she highly doubted the overgrown lizard or her haughty brat of a boss would let her stay away for long. One of them would pursue her sooner or later. No question. Though her mind was commonly focused on combat, today she found herself feeling rather relaxed, and therefore ready to unwind early. Maybe watch something on television. If both of them were sleep, that would be more than ideal.

Opening the door, Amaranta would stretch her arms out as she noted the remote by the couch. Grinning from ear to ear, she'd casually grab that bad boy, leap onto the couch, and sprawl her body across it in an act reminiscent of the feline she represented.

"Time to relax. Man, it's been a minute since I've been here."

"Oh shit. I didn't even notice you there. Sheesh, since when did you learn to blend into the environment?"

Amaranta was spooked as intended, albeit most of her fright was in the shock of her expression than any sort of fear that would have sent her rolling off from her comfy position on the couch. Then, the boss lady walked over with her hand on her hip as though she owned the place - which she did - but still, Amaranta pouted softly as she rubbed the back of her head. She figured this subject was going to come sooner or later. Might as well address it now, even if it's getting in the way of her reclining into the early hours of the day to watch television.

"I didn't really intend for her to stay all that long, but she's persistent and she owed me cash for using up some of my stuff around the house. Besides... judging by what you're telling me, you don't seem like you mind her company so far. If you disagreed with her stay, you coulda just told her to hightail it out of here, but here we are. How was that idiot, anyway? I bet she made a fine impression on you, Princess. She's a really good suck up, and I bet you ate that shit up like candy, ah?"

"Loyalty at first sight, eh? As expected of that overgrown kiss-ass. I figured she would react pleasantly to you. God, I find that both annoying and endearing about her at the same time. Only when I'm the one getting my ass kissed, though."

Amaranta regarded the woman with a languid gaze as she remained sprawled against her position on the couch, heedless sapphires ignoring the not so subtle point in her general direction. It was the sort of thing that reminded her of Klein, the disposition of acting as though she was something to be commanded like a subservient feline, an act that offered twofold amusement.

Much like a stubborn feline, she could choose to accept or decline at her leisure, come what may concerning reaction. In other words, she had no intent of moving over there after solidifying her comfy position on the couch. Of course, she held little issue in honoring answering her questions, though. Khaana had every right to know, after all. Leaning against the couch, Amaranta would flash a bold grin as she tapped her part of the couch in a playfully defiant response.

"A lot, really. I've gotten up to so much since we've last spoke. Met some cute little man who likes treating me to a good time. Before that, I met another cute guy who I'd like to see again. He looks like what you people call on earth - a twink - but man, he really knows how to throw down and hold his own. We fought twice, and he left me stranded and naked last time. Stole my panties, too. I've scrapped and fucked and fought. All in all, one hell of a time."

"Humility was never something I wore on my sleeves, Princess. Didn't change when I first met you, won't change now that I know you. Afraid you in danger of being replaced or something?"

The mild threat with was met with an equally impish expression, one no less bold than the last. Maintaining the same languid behavior as she had done so before, Amaranta rolled around on the couch, stretching out her arms and legs as though she owned the area she laid on. Far as she was concerned, she had no place to talk.

She wasn't exactly the spitting image of humility herself, filled with her fair share of haughty bitch juice in equal measure. Hers was simply displayed in the way she carried herself. First, it's Klein thinking he was hot shit since he beat her once, and now it was her towering over her and approaching her, speaking as if she's changed.

What a pain the ass. What attitude was she going on about? Or perhaps, a grin widened unbidden, perhaps... she was jealous. Of what? She was uncertain, but there was something here that amused her as she lifted an eyebrow in curiosity. Rising up to face her, the leonine woman would scratch the back of her head with her claws.

"I guess the Godzilla Reject kissed up so well she's setting a standard for how I oughta' act, eh? Sorry, Princess, but it all comes with the territory. Why the hell do I have to humble myself to make any of you happy? None of the fucking and fighting went to my head. " For a moment, that grin seemed to subside, the urge dying off to call her out for jealousy, as though she was genuinely bothered by something, albeit it was an emotion never easily displayed by someone of a stubborn disposition like her own... vulnerability, perhaps? Of course not... Casting it to the side, she continued on.

"If anything, I feel like one of those might potentially stifle my flow moving forward. What other explanation do you need? If I act well-behaved, I'll probably be called out for losing my edge. Of course, if you want me out so your remaining days until retirement can be enjoyed, you can have the dinosaur, too. I'd like to find some way to get her off of sucking my dick 24/7."

There was something to be said about absolute strength and the solitude that came with it. Amaranta had always fought with this endgame in her head. Would it be lonely at the top? Maintaining two sides of a coin was akin to walking a tightrope for her. On one side, she valued the pride that came with being strong, the domineering emotion, the ego, the excitement.

On another, much to her chagrin, she slowly but surely welcomed the pleasant interaction that reared its head along the path. There was no falsity in her words. Pride was indeed something she wore on her sleeves. Fiercely adamant in her denial of those pleasantries, she genuinely wondered about a scenario where she wasn't spending a day here with these two.

How she might be somewhat bummed out by that outcome. Did that make her soft? She wondered. Did a middle ground even exist? Could she have the best of both worlds? Perhaps because she found her mind slowly descending into those thoughts, the irritated lioness didn't bother to brush her hand away. No, if anything, she simply let it happen as she gazed at the woman with curious sapphires, curiously tugging at Khaana's wrist.

"Hpmh... fine. Whatever. I'm not in the mood for clashing with you on this anyway. I'll dial it back. As long as you understand where I'm coming from, I guess I don't need to leave any time soon. Anyway, you don't look busy at the moment. Want to hop on this couch and look at that anime that you gush over so much?" She ventured languidly, crossing her legs in defeat. She needed something to watch, after all. It wasn't entirely unpleasant to share her time with the boss.