The youthful vampire found herself surprisingly pleased at the fashion in which her companion stared at her. She had always known her mood to be slightly infectious, just as she seemed to leech off the moods of her companions - at least in life anyways. It seemed only fitting that she she be eternally cursed to do so in death as well. Never the less, Chizue did not dwell long upon the matter, instead focusing her attention on righting the wrong that she had so caused the man just moments earlier. Her head raises slowly from her bow, her chocolate eyes recessing upon him to note the confusion that marred his features, the notion of music being written upon this very topic, upon this very meeting, was entirely pleasing to the female. Songs, melodies and lyrics had made up the very fabric of Chizue's life. She had basked in the beat of music all her own and even though now it was just another memory of a life she could never have, she still found herself loving the simple idea of it. "So they did." She replied with a tone that bordered upon wistful. It was kind of romantic, the more she thought about it. Except - that it wasn't her romance to have. No - he had his eye set upon someone and Chizue was the type of girl to find some measure of contentment in assisting to bring about such a relationship to life.
Her deep chocolate eyes shifted towards the man at her side, noting the fashion at which he seemed genuinely surprised at her decided interest within his relationship. Regardless, she presented him with quiet the bright smile, her hands clasping together in an ecstatic fashion as he, in one way or another, gave his permission for her to stick her nose where it certainly didn't belong. "Really?" She declared, with a hint of disbelief, stepping ahead of him with one step to indeed take him...somewhere...before realizing that she hadn't the faintest idea of where. Clearly this was going to need more thought. "What's she like? This girl of yours? Rather, what does she like?" She inquired, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly, her long ebony locks shifting with the simple gesture. Maybe she could help him find some gift he had never thought of before - something that would tell his mysterious lover that his interests in her went beyond anything she had anticipated. Maybe she was being overly hopeful.
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