Though instincts urged her to slide out of arm’s length from Daniel, she stood her ground and found flattery. His words had barely reached her because she were so focused trying not to budge or give him any reaction to appease the easily amused devil child. Good company as he were for Mystique, Daniel often felt the world were his playground and she were not about to encourage the idea of her being a toy.
The female had let her mind slip to other thoughts evidently as she followed Daniel then bumped into his back. Usually she were much more in tune with her surroundings and responded quickly to external stimuli but she had miscalculated her steps and peripheral vision entirely. “Sorry,” she apologized briefly. She threw her thumb over her shoulder to begin her justification from what she saw outside. “Kyle’s alone. And I just…” she didn’t even know why that had caught her attention…“not used to it,” she muttered, her voice fading from the sentence.
Mystie sighed out gently, expecting a range of unwelcomed smart comments to follow the meaningless observation, wandering to a table in advance so Daniel could at least get it out of his taunting system where there were less ears lurking. Since she had already satisfied her morning appetite, there were no need for her to be up by the food anyway.
She drummed on the table with her index fingers, blowing out her lips before deciding to tie her hair into a bun to suit the weather outside and keep her growing anxiety at bay as she waited for Daniel to re-join her.