Gwendolyn sensed it once more, the movement, the door opening and the foot steps. But the footsteps somehow seemed different this one time around. Haze must have a different walk from this other guy whom she hasn't seen just yet. She tried peering over Haze's shoulder, but that didn't work due to height and she just leaned over the side awkwardly.
Once the other surfaced, Gwendolyn blinked her eyes, shoulders raising. It was someone she didn't seem to know, apparently. She fixed her posture, pout intensifying unintentionally. The pout that made others question about her attitude. Dark hair, pale features, b-bones?-- Oh. Haze began talking to her, first, a light hearted comment.
"Not just yet." Gwendolyn answered shortly. Okay good, he was now aware that she was kind of dying. In secret.
After a while of listening, Gwendolyn spiraled into an unknown type of panic. What she found was a nice, comforting doctor was secretly someone she did not take much of a liking to. Someone stronger than her in numerous ways. There were times she had to tip up her chin and smiled brightly at this man because, wow. He was a blunt fucker. Having her ego and all, it was harsher jabs than normal. Maybe he did not mean it, maybe he was just being brutally honest. Regardless,
Gwendolyn receded a large amount of future attention from this man.
It reminded her of her father- He reminded her of her father, too much of a mess or a calculated disorganization to delve too deep into. Gwendolyn was going to have a hard time holding her tongue. She's always have, but she'd be damned if she'd let this Doctor lay a harmful hand on her. If she feels if she is being disrespected, she'll retaliate. Being warned, she'll have to think. Or become a lot more swift with her words, or else.
Maybe she grew scared of him, maybe she felt offended, but her face began to turn awfully red. Not the normal pale that happens when fearful or ill, just red. She couldn't answer to herself as to why she was blushing. Much more of his words seemed just like a blur after some type of spell he'd cast on her emotions, her state of mind. She felt flurried, she wanted to walk away from his presence when he was talking. But she didn't, because her feet was glued a mile into the ground for her.
Snap.
She had just tugged a strand of hair from her head on accident, signalling the final decision with Doctor. Do not get to know him so well. Hearing the last phrase, she threw her head back and giggled a clipped laugh. Disgust hidden in her voice.
"You'd find I am only full of glitter, money, hair products and makeup, Doctor."
She felt in a empty state of mind currently, feeling her head pet. She let her lips curl into a smile, eyes smiling along as they twinkled. Even though this lunatic was caressed the top of her head, she felt a strange sense of calm and dread mixed together. It was like darkness had crept through his veins, and when she was touched, she could feel it. No. She didn't like this feeling. Please, keep it to yourself, it made her ill.
"Why, I am not a kitten! However..." She gave a neat crooked grin, cupping a space around her mouth with the back of her hand as if sharing a secret with him. "Extra hands when touching my hair does sound very luxurious."
Another clipped giggle. "All that flipping does pay off." She flexed her right arm energetically, hair swaying along with the sudden force of movement, strands falling off her shoulder and falling to her back.
She really had hoped she kept all her mixed, distorted emotions within her. Fortunately, she has! Her face didn't change expressions until the end. That didn't mean what Haze said to her was any less worse, however. She rubbed her hands together, shivering faintly. It got colder, a similar tremble running through her body like earlier.
Probably wasn't anything.
Now, onto Cubone. Gwendolyn couldn't lie, she was a tad bit appalled, being proper and what not, it's not everyday you see someone walking around actual bones. She wrinkled her nose cutely, body language or pout not changing the slightest. They probably smelled, unless he was some-- not weird-- but eccentric bone collector of sorts. She's in no place to judge, but she will anyway. Go rich people.
"Hello there!" She chirped even daintier than before, nose relaxing. She gave a fancy wave, fingers rolling quickly and touching the butt of her palm softly. She squinted her eyes, a goofy smile over coming her lips. After hearing that she was supposedly talked about around, her face immediately light up a few shades darker, filling her ears as well. Flattering, but also embarrassing. It could go both ways. "Talking? Talking about me?" She flipped her hair over her shoulder grandly, closing her eyes and upturning her nose for a moment, exposing him to her high class aura. Then again they could just be shit-talking about her. She'll just take it as a compliment anyways.
"I am, indeed. Gwendolyn, I am pleasure to meet your acquain-" She coughed.
"I am Gwendolyn," What the hell? It's like someone is intentionally making me fuck up my greetings. "Pleasure."
She held out a sophisticated hand, emitting a whole new world from her close proximity of the new, somewhat polite stranger. This made for good material to forget whatever hell that Doctor exposed her to, tainted her mind to.
"And you are?" She let her lips part, waiting for an answer. Okay but, hold up. Why does everyone have code names and she doesn't just yet? Was there a type of ritual? Did she just chose one? Face? Venom? Ghost? Those weren't names, those were aliases. She might ask later. She would've asked Haze, but haha. Just gotta wait until she recovers, probably dose herself with some holy water and wash her hair out with the blood of a lamb.