"You want me to hurt you?" Solas asked, though it sounded more like a statement. "You're not exactly normal, are you? But that doesn't matter. Just quit being difficult."
"No," Kita says icily, glaring at him. "I swear, if you don't let go..." She trails off, unable to come up with a threat.
Solas couldn't help but chuckle softly at her. "You're so cute when you're trying to threaten me. In vain, I might add."
Kita sighs, slowly making her muscles relax. "Fine. Whatever. Just quit toying with me," she mutters bitterly.
"Finally." Slowly Solas lowered his lips to hers, but hesitated to actually press them together. Instead he simply paused. He grimaced, and with a hiss, he pulled away and stood up, running a hand through his hair. Why couldn't he do this?
Kita frowns, rolling onto her side. "Is something wrong, darling?" she asks in a mocking tone, her anger flaring again. For all she knew, he was still toying with her, trying to get her to fight again.
Solas gave her a slightly sheepish smirk. "Ah... well, kind of, yes." She really was cute when she was angry. "I'm, ah, having issues here."
"Now you have issues?!" Kita muuters, narrowing her eyes. "You're fu.cking with me still, aren't you? You wanted me to keep fighting back. Well you know what? I'm done." With that, she shifts so she's laying with her back toward him.
"Oh please." Solas rolled his eyes, sighing. "If I wanted to toy with you, I would be doing a lot better than just this, thank you." He crossed his arms over his chest, sitting near the foot of the bed.
"Really? Because you weren't doing any better earlier," Kita argues, raising an eyebrow. "Don't try to say otherwise."
"Whatever." Solas flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "And now, you're going to either attack me, run off screaming, or call the cops. Am I right?"
Kita shrugs, sitting up and clasping her hands behind her head as she leans back against the headrest. "If I were anything but Native American, I might. But for me, the idea of demons coming is almost an everyday thing."
Solas remained silent for a minute or two. What was he supposed to do now? Ugh, he was such a failure. "So, if I come back while you're asleep, how much of a chance do you think I'll have?"
"That depends on if I happen to wake up or not." Kita shrugs, sighing and closingher eyes. "It's not as if anyone would miss me."
At that moment, she looked so vulnerable, so... hopeless.
It probably wasn't his place to ask, but Solas decided to ask anyway: "Why would no one miss you?" He tore his gaze from the ceiling to look over at her, not liking that saddened look.
"Something killed my family awhile ago, thus why I no longer live on the reservation. And then there's the matter of not being very good at talking to people." Kita laughs weakly, sighing. "But none of that matters to you."
Once again, Solas was quiet for a bit, unsure of how to respond. Finally, his green eyes met hers, looking a little... sympathetic? "I'm sorry."
"You? Sorry? Please," Kita mutters, rolling her eyes. "If you're going to take my soul, just do it already. I'm tired of just sitting around, waiting for something to happen."
Solas glared back up at the ceiling. "I told you, I can't right now. Some other time, hm?"
Kita sighs, falling silent. "Yeah. Whatever," she mutters, running a hand through her hair.