I don’t know what I’m doing but I wanna use this character (OxO| Closed)

Osora narrowed her eyes at his head as a small shiver raced down her spine, glaring half heartedly. "I'll try if you try. Do I really? I don't even know what I smell like, let alone if it's…good."

((I can't honestly remember if I've mentioned what she smells like.))

"I wouldn't call my neck ticklish. Sensitive. Not ticklish." It absolutely was ticklish. At least, in some places. The hollow of her neck, and the soft skin just behind her ear, weren't ticklish so much as sensitive enough to functionally render her useless. "Don't you dare even think about anything, Tali."

Osora pressed her lips firmly together, cheeks heating up quickly until they were dusted a light red. She was trying her hardest not to react the way her body desperately wanted her to. "Right. Because you weren't planning that."

"I'm not tense." She countered futilely, knowing she very much was. "Just because you're one of a few people who's fine with my lack of emotion doesn't mean you have an innate ability to tell what I'm feeling. Maybe you're getting the wrong signals. Maybe you're confused. Maybe you're making things up-"

She sighed slightly, linking her fingers through his. He seemed to be done messing with her for the moment, so she relaxed a bit, her posture still stiffly straight. Some habits were hard to kick. "You should be careful doing that. Falling for me. If I don't measure up to your expectations, it's going to hurt you."

"Sure, blame it on the injured girl." Osora said with a roll of her eyes, bumping his forehead with her own before raising her hands half heartedly in the air. "There, I won't distract you. Hurry up though, I want to watch the news."

She lowered her arms to stand, carefully maneuvering to sit backwards on the chair so that he could reach her back. She gritted her teeth as the bone fragments in her knee moved, sending flashes of pain through her leg. "Think you could hand me the milk first?"

"I feel like that wasn't quite necessary." She commented, leaning into his fingers slightly anyway. "But…I see why you like it when I play with your hair." Opening the carton again, she took a long drink, letting him work. There were a few minor scratches, more on her shoulders, but what would catch anyone's eyes was the ugly looking burn scar on her right shoulder. Not just a burn, but a raised brand, like it had been made my a cattle prod. The kanji, for anyone who could read it, when translated to English, spelled out something like 'Evil League', or 'League of Evil'.

She took a deep breath, her shoulders tensing for a moment before relaxing again. "I had to be. You don't-I really should explain to you. Nobody's putting me up to anything, Tali. This is entirely my own doing. It has been since I was fourteen." Taking another long drink, she paused, before chugging the whole thing. "It started with the Puppeteer, sort of."

Osora nodded, looking off to the side. For a moment, something fairly haunted passed over her face, before she closed it off again. "When I was fourteen, I loved wandering the city streets at night. In fact, it was more than wandering. I was a sort of…vigilante on occasion, helping out when someone was facing trouble. For once, my power was useful, you know? Scary, but it helped people." She gripped the back of the spinning chair, fingers flexing and holding so hard the knuckles turned white. It had been seven years, but she still couldn't get rid of the taste of cloth in her mouth, or the eyes of the dolls on her. "And then I got caught in the wrong place. Back then…there was a man who had been terrorizing the districts, who called himself the Puppeteer. He…controlled things. Dolls, objects, and sometimes people."

"Then you remember when he disappeared." She said, her voice taking on a sort of dead tone. "I was out, one night, when it happened. I heard muffled noises from an alley way nearby, and this wasn't the sort of area people hung out in at night. He had a woman pinned to the wall with dolls." This time, the breath she took shuddered on the way in and gave out on the way back. "I…shouted. Got his attention and drew it away for the woman. I remember more than I'd like to, but even now, some things are still blurry. All I know is she got away, and next thing I knew, I was waking up in a dark cellar, tied up and surrounded by dolls."

She accepted his hand without hesitation. “Two. Two days. Two nights. That’s how long I was down there. He did things, horrible things and never once spoke a word. I would rather he had, honestly. But he…slipped up. He didn’t know what I could do, and he had forgotten to drug me one day. My head cleared, and I-I reworked the bones in my wrist, slid them from my skin without and incision so I could get free. They didn’t get to mend properly, because I didn’t have time. I could hear him. Coming down the stairs. And before I could think much through or talk myself out of it, I had sawed the rope around my feet and waited. It felt like forever and two seconds all at once before I was standing over him. He was dead. I was holding a knife of my own bone.”

Osora buried her face in his chest as she returned the hug, clinging tightly. “One of the places it started. The most influential.” She said, voice muffled by his chest. “After that…I couldn’t go back to not doing everything I could to prevent it from happening to someone else. That’s what I do. I try-as hard as I can to protect people.”

“Tali, that entirely defeats the purpose of keeping you safe. But…I do have backup, if it makes you feel better.” Osora pressed her forehead a bit harder against him, taking comfort from his hold. “The Surutameni. My friends, the ones I mention.”