Golden Glade all that he invested in goes straight to hell

A laugh huffed out of her then, finding the thought quite appealing but not letting on that she was always after a fight; rather, Ikkuma rolled her shoulders and assumed a bored expression. Cool and collected? She'd be flattered if she knew what the other girl was thinking.

With you? Nah, you wouldn't  be able to handle me, she goaded, still stalking around as if she owned the space they were sharing, still watching her for a response (or maybe she had a thing for red-heads; is that narcissistic?). She quickly added to that, her tone a touch more playful: But if you want some pointers, I could probably be convinced.