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[attr="class","gia i"]a giggle escapes first, followed by another and another until she's struggling to keep any semblance of composure. "you can't be serious," she retorts with another laugh. it's difficult to keep a straight face when emma is just so... abrasive? is that the right word? no, she's straightforward, refusing to beat around the bush. blunt and to the point, something giada can't help but admire. it's impressive, to say the least. perhaps that's why she's leans forward a little, a wink quick to overtake her features. "how could i forget such a pretty face?" she feigns injury, a hand straying from her skitty's belly to settle over her heart. and yet, the smirk never strays, never so much as wobbles.

and then, she's twirling on her heels, leaving the door ajar as she slinks back into the comfort of her living room. a glance spared over her shoulder, a head tilted with ever intention of invitation. come closer, come further into the lion's den.

"could you lock that behind you?" her drawl almost sounds slightly bored but it's really just that she's too excited to be concerned with trivial things like locks. instead, she's already drifting to the kitchen, to the cabinets that hold far too many wine glasses for one woman to possibly use. her eyes are dancing with amusement when she angles her body to her companion with another tilt of her head. blonde twintails tremble slightly at the action, one falling over the curve of her shoulder while the other settles comfortably against the crook of her neck. "any preference on a glass?"

she's giggling once more, nonchalantly plucking one particular glass from the shelf. the stem is purple, dark at the bottom before fading into pristine glass around the top. it's decorated with small black hearts and white cursive letters, the words badass curling across the center. fitting, perhaps, for the woman in her house. "how's this one?" she sets it out on the table behind her before turning away to snag her own. another glass, painted black with red cherries across the entirety of it. "you know," she purrs. her hair swirls around her shoulders again as she moves, rotating to fully face emma with a look of half attraction, half amusement morphing her features. "i never took you for the wine type." more of a whiskey or scotch kind of woman, her liquor as hard as her. fitting, definitely. meanwhile, giada? she's all sweet and sugary, crafted cocktails with silly names.

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[attr="class","gia i"]"drink away, darling," she all but sings. see, this is exactly what she had pictured when she approached emma for a sleepover! drinks, sassy remarks, the whole nine. it's lovely, everything she thought it would be. although... something tells her that the woman won't exactly be welcoming towards a pillow fight. maybe she needs to use her stealth to her advantage? ah, but they're both adept in that concept so perhaps not. hm... she'll plot later. for now, drinks!

she doesn't notice emma lingering by the door, doesn't even dwell on the concept. no, she's too busy clinking glasses onto granite counter tops and grinning like a satisfied cat. her skitty is placed gingerly atop the counter, content to lazily swish her tail while her blonde trainer prances around the kitchen. every movement swirls twintails, almost like a light cape fluttering behind her movements. emma's furrowed brow is met with a wider grin and a light laugh as if her friend's reaction is the funniest thing in the world. perhaps it's nothing more than mirth, amusement and excitement filling her reactions. or, better yet, she's simply a little dramatic and has no problem subjecting emma to overly charged reactions.

"do you like it?" her grin shifts and curls, a smirk replacing the previous quirk of her lips without hesitation. if she was graced by life with a tail like her skitty, it'd be swishing happily. instead, she doesn't have such a luxury and so she settles for wiggling her hips much like a toddler would bounce when presented with something they enjoy. "it's fitting for you." the purr settles for only a moment before she's distracted by fingers popping open the wine. blue eyes follow the movement for a moment, captivated, drawn as a moth to a flame.

and then, she's gasping all too dramatically, mouth popping open into a glossy o shape. "for me?" she echoes and there's a slight giddiness in the quiver of her words. "you shouldn't have!" another laugh, another wink. "i feel honored!" and really, she does. something about emma screams no attachments, no closeness. and yet, she's here, in her apartment and indulging the blonde in whatever it is she's planning for them tonight. something about it has her on cloud nine unable to fully come down.

giada waits until emma finishes pouring her glass before her fingers are dancing toward the neck of the bottle. they're quick, agile things. months upon years of snatching things has made her movements fluid, almost like poetry in motion. and as she pours the alcohol into her own glass, her eyes dart up and away from liquid to find emma's, a wink and a half smirk following suit.

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[attr="class","gia i"]she's more than content with watching her companion sip from her glass, blue eyes a little brighter than usual. is it the kitchen lighting or something else? can she even put her finger on it? perhaps... it could simply be nothing more than excitement about a silly little slumber party. something she's always wanted to have but was never quite able to. it's funny, she had wanted nothing more than to gossip and have pillow fights with her closest friends when she was younger but, well... these things require both friends and actual homes and she seemed to have been lacking in both departments.

now is as good a time as any to make up for that, though!

raising her own glass in a mock cheers, giada is quick to bring the cup to her lips. ah, so emma isn't just an experienced hitwoman... she's also incredible at picking out wine! a great quality if she's inclined to add her own two cents to the topic. although, the thought of emma lingering in the wine aisle at the liquor store and trying to pick out one that the blonde would like is all too amusing. had she put much thought into the choice or simply grabbed the first bottle she saw? perhaps she'll have to ask later.

she meets emma's narrowed gaze with a wink and a laugh into the rim of her glass. no answer is still an answer, right? not one that she prefers but she'll take it nonetheless. it's not like she expects emma to be very chatty... not yet, anyway. maybe a few glasses later and she'll be more inclined to talk. right now, however, giada is more than happy to fill the silence on her companion's end. she can definitely talk enough for the both of them if that's what it comes down to.

"wellll," she drawls, lowering the glass enough to no longer peer at emma from over it. "depends on what you're willing to do." she raises an eyebrow just for effect and not for suggestive purposes quite yet. (haha, unless?) the wine glass settles against the counter a moment later with a soft clink and she's leaning over it, bracing herself with her elbows. the skitty on the marble happily scoots closer to rub against her shoulders with a loud rumbling purr. oh, what a cutie. sometimes she forgets cats aren't always all claws and fangs but also total snuggle bugs. well, it's not like she forgets that much but... well, she does wear a catsuit of her own and her version is not nearly as precious as caramella.

gia ignores the tone, the way it both screams that emma would rather be anywhere else and that this might not be close to pulling teeth yet, and instead focuses on gathering up all of her ideas into one go. maybe if she fires them off all at once, the woman would be more inclined to participate? actually, probably not, but it's good enough for her. "there's movies, pillow fights, pillow forts, cuddles, tons of wine, maybe other alcohol if you'd prefer," she has to stop just to breath, leaning a little further over the counter in the process. "or we could go out and get really messy, wreck a few lives! your choice."

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