Golden Girls [Santa, Helle]

That's right. Arrancar do not require food like a human would. That makes serving her guest harder and easier because Helle does not know what she should do next. There's a couch and TV, but would an Arrancar be complacent with that? There are no games to be had unless they play with Solito, but the little man's busy with smelling everything still.

""Ah- We barely know each other," Helle brought up, just now coming to terms that she created a pretty strong bond with Santa without rhyme or reason.

"Ask any questions you'd like. I feel it'd be best if we actually got to know each other."

Questions would make this whole ordeal easier. Them actually knowing each other would help get rid of this awkward silence that befall aimless conversations. Though, Santa doesn't seem to have anything she actually wants to ask. Then, Helle should come up with her own questions.

"I-" Oop! And just like that, Santa stopped Helle before the woman could even utter her sentence.

What an odd question. Hugs? Helle's head tilted the other way. That question caught her off guard, but it did not break her smile. The very idea that Santa wanted nothing more than a hug made Helle question such naivety. Well, even if a bit strange, the question was asked.

"...Hugs are fine. I don't hug people much, but there's nothing wrong with them," Helle would answer. "Why?" She would then ask.

Being hugged is different from being manhandled. Helle is being manhandled. Anyone else probably would have responded with urgent alarm, but Helle's eyes only held mild surprise at how aggressively Santa moved. If Helle had thought Santa like a pet before, the woman's antics have put her squarely into dog territory. It's adorable and frightening all at the same time, but as Santa stammered on about Helle's physique, the blonde laughed. Santa's genuine reaction, juvenile and all, simply tickled the other's funny bone to an extent it's not been meddled with before.

"Touché~ If you were a man, this probably would have felt far more uncomfortable," Helle chortled, focusing her emerald orbs downward.

Well then, maybe if Helle was just a normal person, she'd have found herself suffering from back ailments. Luckily, she is far from being considered normal. Though, there are plenty of powerful people in the City of Lights. Helle would never dote over her own abilities...

"You see, Santa. You could say that. I am the strongest person in this city after all."

Modesty is key after all, and Helle wouldn't let her ego take over just like that. She's matured too much for something like that, but her expression shifted a bit. Her brows knitted as her cheeks expanded because of the small mischievous smirk on her face. Her emerald eyes looked to the side as her hand came up to cover a sudden chuckle.

"Hehehe... Usually I'm the one lifting. My poor back. I wouldn't mind if someone carried me around every now and then."

Mostly teasing about Santa's sudden realization that she sure did just lift the woman off her feet, Helle definitely wasn't bragging about how she'll have to carry the deadbeats around her or anything. Besides, she's not been around for the most important of events, but that just means it's time to focus and turn the game around for the Vandenreich. Still, she's pretty freaking cool.

Normally most of her power is sealed away, for it is enough to always rattle a normal person, but Helle does not readably keep others from sensing its depth. It acts as a countermeasure of sorts against those who'd try something malicious in her presence. A normal citizen would be none the wiser to the scale of Helle's capability. It is interesting that Santa cared to even understand it, but Helle did provoke the action.

However, Helle only wondered what all the Arrancar had found, more interested in the rest of their conversation than the boorish meandering about her powers. Santa seemed particularly interested in physical contact. She's never seen anyone light up as the Arrancar did at the insinuation that further interaction may be allowed.

"You'd love to? Quite straightforward with your wants, aren't you? It leaves me to wonder if you're perhaps smitten with me."

Of course, Helle wouldn't blame Santa. Most people probably are, but many aren't as direct. Most do not even approach her on a daily basis unless they must. The statement about being the strongest is as much as curse as it is a blessing.