Stoner Conversations [Mathilde | Inv]

She glanced at the rather.. Uniquely clad fellow. And this came from her saying that. Most people she came across thought she was some kind of cosplayer. And that her choice of cosplay wasn't too modest either. Then again, up to today, she didn't really realize what the issue with her getup was. But regardless. The soft clicking of heels resounded as she moved up behind Kumo, frowning slowly. It seemed like he was really about to fall. And at one point, he did. Mathilde put her hands under his armpits and slowly guided him down, sitting on her own knees as she did, aiming to get his head on her lap.

She looked down at him, some concern on her face apparent, albeit that she was blindfolded. "Can you hear me?" Came her question, picking the cigarette from his lips slowly and pinching it out between her fingers. She softly tapped his cheek with her leather glove, shaking her head. "Hello? Can you hear me?" She asked again, before shaking her head. She knew exactly what was happening. This individual had become high as a damn kite. Still, that didn't mean this man wasn't in any kind of danger. There was a reason public inebriation was illegal. A danger to oneself and others. And while he wasn't drunk, he was stoned. Still inebriated by some extent. Ah, well. She felt herself called to care for him now, rather than just leave it at that.

"I-.." Don't argue, the man was influenced. Even if she'd argue against him, it'd only upset him. So she merely remained silent, her gaze alternating between the man on her lap and up to the quiet night's sky, littered with small little pinpricks of stars. Countless of them. It was a beautiful, clear night. A hand on her cheek, a rugged and calloused touch on what was specifically engineered to be flawless and smooth flesh. The contrast between these two was staggering. One of these gloved hands moved down to slowly wipe away some of the mess of his raven hairs that had gotten in his face on the way down. He seemed to blink slowly so, trying to resist sleeping. And while it would only be benificial for his current state of inebriation, he seemed to fight it almost desperately. Like a young child whom didn't wish to sleep just yet.

She flinched as he suddenly bursted into movement and noise, sitting back slightly to avoid what would be a slap to the face. Though it being sluggish and soft, it still could be at least uncomfortable. So, avoided if possible. He rolled off of her lap, face first into the soft, swaying grass. "I.. Am Mathilde," she spoke, her voice soft, a gentle sound carried on the silent breeze that pulled past. It was as if she was by all definitions, perfect.

She rested her hands on her laps, turning to Kumo slightly. She didn't really make a move to pick him up or turn him over. In this case, it was better to let him move around as pleased. Else he might go in a panic. Which would be less than ideal.

"Strength in battle," she nodded with in agreement. It was true. Although her name was aptly fitting, moreso than this individual realized. She still sat there, prim and proper, on her knees, hands resting in her lap. An epitome of calmth and serenity. She shook her head with a soft smile. "It is fitting, strength needn't be physical," she answered, looking up to meet his eyes. Even though she was wearing a blindfold, she seemed to function perfectly. And even acted as if there was none at all. How peculiar. "Nor is it foreboding per se," she added, lacing her fingers together as she just observed her fellow mod soul as well. Despite her spiritual presence being made to be an all time low, it was able to be sensed at one point. And even though she wasn't the best at sensing it either, she also quickly realized this man wasn't human either.

"I.. Do not, not by definition," she answered while scooting up next to him, raising one of her gloved hands. "Kum-oh. I do not know. Though I know.. Kumo," she pressed it under his chin, softly so, to make him look up at the sky. A singular cloud overtaking the stars slowly. "Cloud." She answered, a soft smile forming on her face.