Tinta Scours For Recruitments

She scoffed. "Well, it wasn't funny," she told him with a huff, turning away to face the window and the trees outside.

She turned back to him, and a huge grin was plastered on her pale face. "You silly boy," she giggled, "I wasn't really angry."

Tinta tilted her head at him, noticing the confused expression on his face. "Is somethin wrong?" she asked. "You seem... very different today. You aren't normally like this, are you?" She giggled. "You remind me of Leon."

"Well, it could be a good thing." She giggled again when she poked his forehead. "As long as you don't completely turn into Leon and start killing everyone, and then treat me like crap when I tell you about my problems." She flinched when she said that, remembering how Leon had turned a cold shoulder on her. She then sighed heavily.

"You can try to be nice," she suggested. "I mean, I know that comes as a challenge for you, but it's not impossible. Some people are nice all the time! Can you believe that?" She laughed softly at him, her smile growing wider with each word she spoke.

Tinta grew wide-eyed, looking down at her shirt. "Let me out, let me out!" she screeched, trying to take off her shirt but burning her hand. "God, damn it, Zentsu! I hate you sometimes!"

She locked eyes with him, as a scathing look enveloped her usually soft face. "So much," she growled. And then, the terrible look vanished almost as soon as it had arrived, becoming a warm smile. She giggled. "I love to hate you."