Is This Rubble?[Amaranta, Khaana]

Amaranta snorted softly at the woman petting her ears as she momentarily stepped away to assume a seat beside her on the couch. Pride? It was something like that. Another part of it was admitting she enjoyed the hours she spent around these two. She would never openly admit that to her, though. Nor Kanako. They wouldn't let her hear the end of it. One of them, maybe, but surely not two. Maybe there was a possibility of having her cake and eating it, too.

Rolling her eyes softly in response, the leonine woman allowed Khaana o take the reigns in choosing their choice in animation. She was no expert on any of this, after all. This was Khaana's realm of expertise. Whether in her streams or occasional comments, her knowledge for this stuff was... somewhat endearing. Call it a curiosity, but she wanted to see what made her so intrigued by the whole spectacle. Spreading her legs out to push against Khaana's side, Amaranta quietly observed the screen as the series started, curious sapphires regarding each scene with silent amusement.

The specific choice slowly grew into one her curious gaze treated with entertainment, and perhaps even the slightest hint of awe. The characters. The action. The violence. All of it came together to make for a mixture most interesting to Amaranta as she cast her gaze to Khaana, humored as she pointed to the screen, a soft chortle escaping her lips.

"Look at that brat. She kinda' reminds me of you..." Honestly, self-aware as she was, it kind of reminded her of herself just a moment ago. Like hell she would admit that, though... Never.

"Hell if I know. If I had to guess, it's probably whatever "protagonist" you've got your eye on at the moment."

Retorting with a playful jest in her tone, Amaranta continued to observe the screen with a committed curiosity. There were likely several times in the past where she may have silently mocked the woman for watching any of this, but here she was, entertained and engaged in equal measure, sapphire eyes glued to the screen.

Even more than that, she was quietly developing ideas for potential abilities inspired by the impressive action scenes that seemed to hold her attention the most. A silly idea, no doubt, but she had never regarded herself as some wellspring of creative inventions on the ability front. Time and again, she had noticed that that proved to be her undoing. Pride comes before the fall, or so that old saying goes. Who came up with that anyway? Turning her gaze onto Khaana as she posed a question, Amaranta tilted her head as she leaned against the couch, quietly stroking her chin.

A long term goal. That was honestly... something that had ever crossed her mind. She made no qualms about being a simple woman with simple desires. Eat good food. Fight strong enemies. Keep rising through every degree of strength until she stood at the apex... that was what she desired initially... but now... things were complicated. There were others in the picture now. Kanako. Khaana. Klein. Sola... Gah, leave it up to the boss to lay an introspective question on her like this. Shit... Scratching the back of her head, Amaranta turned her head to the side.

"I don't know. Before I met you, I was content with living out my life fighting the strongest of the strong until I stood gloriously at the top of the precipice an Arrancar could reach in one lifetime. Now... I don't know... I guess... it's kind of complicated now? Why do you ask, anyway?"

"Pfft... nah. If anything, you'd be the one putting your head in my lap, Princess."

Offering that small retort, Amaranta found herself reflecting a little more deeply on her words. She was correct in a sense, but she was only part of it. She recalled her time spent here. The memories she cultivated. The conversations she held. Sure, it would have been easy to give her the casual "I just want to be the strongest that ever lived," but what did that entail, really? There were several opponents in the universe, and although her overwhelming pride didn't want to admit, there were certainly some who outclassed her in strength and wit.

Hell, her current boyfriend pulled one over her by outsmarting her. She wasn't ready to think too deeply on things now. As far as she was concerned she had plenty of time to think on stuff like this, but she had developed a few ideas. Reaching out to ruffle her hair with a grin, she cast her gaze back to the television screen. Soaking in all the action.

"If you laugh at me for what I'm about to say next, I'm going to pulverize you... but I like what it feels like to have companionship. It's just a thought... but my ideal future is probably one with you guys in it.... and others. I want to be more than just strong. I want to leave a legacy behind. Maybe even take those of lesser skill with potential under my wing. I guess... I just want to be more than the strongest warrior in town. What's the point of strength if you no longer have anything to reach for, you know?"

Amaranta's expression was genuinely embarrassed at admitting to this. Was it a sign of weakness? Would she be laughed at? Whatever. She already had a fist prepared to punch her in the shoulder as she leaned against the couch.