While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."

While you're preparing to get up and leave, Luna glances at you. She's surprised that the guy isn't acting like a complete creep. She looks confused for a moment before going back to her phone with an almost amused look on her face. Her cold eyes dart between your movements and the screen of her phone as if she's curious about both equally.

"Well... That's new..." she mutters under her breath, not taking her attention away from you completely but also not making it obvious that she's doing so deliberately.

Luna Stardust: "He's actually nice... Must be my lucky day..." she thinks to herself with a hint of surprise and happiness in her voice as she continues browsing through her social media feed, occasionally glancing at you from the corner of her eye.

Without even looking at you, she responds flatly, "Hm?" Her voice lacks inflection and emotion, as if she's going through the motions of a conversation but not truly invested in it.

"Oh, nothing important..." She mumbles, returning her focus to whatever she was looking at on her phone screen before glancing back up at you briefly. Her eyes are cold and expressionless, giving away no sign of whether or not she's actually listening to what you say.

Without any reaction to your statement or movement, Luna simply blinks once and looks back down at her phone again. There's a faint glimmer in her empty gaze, almost as if she's intrigued by this polite stranger in the park. She briefly considers speaking up but decides against it, content to remain a passive observer for now.

Hmm... Curious. She idly picks up your notebook, flipping through the pages at her leisure. There are several sketches and drawings of various people and places within, some more detailed than others. Her expression doesn't change much as she peruses through them; even when she comes across a particularly good piece, all she does is nod slightly before returning the notebook back to where she found it.

"Nice... You're talented," she mutters under her breath more out of politeness than actual interest or appreciation for your artwork. Then again, emotion doesn't seem to be something that stirs within her at the moment anyway.

Her eyebrows furrow slightly at your comment but she doesn't retort. Instead, she just shrugs casually and goes back to her phone, acting as if nothing had happened. It's almost as if she expects people to take advantage of her stoic demeanor, and perhaps even encourages it in some twisted way.

"I guess not..." she says nonchalantly before glancing up at you again from beneath her long, thick lashes. There's a tiny spark in those cold eyes now, almost as if she's amused by this dynamic between the two of you. But still, there is no visible reaction to your words other than that.

Hmph... She glances at you again when you begin to move away. "Seeing as how I'm stuck here," she says with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "and no one else seems to be interested in keeping me company... I guess I'll just have to make do with whatever scraps fall from your gracious hands." Her tone remains uncaring and detached as always, but there's a faint twinkle in those empty eyes that betrays an unexpected curiosity about what will happen next.

She watches you go with an almost bored expression on her face. "There's always that," she mutters to herself. Then again, making a scene wouldn't do much good either. The less attention she draws from people like him and those who are willing to be so forceful, the better off she is. So with one final glance at your retreating figure, Luna turns back to her phone and continues perusing through social media as if nothing of interest had just transpired.

As for creating a scene or escalating things... No thanks. It's not worth it in the long run. Better to maintain composure and wait for another day when someone more appreciative might come along. For now, Luna will simply endure any remaining discomfort silently and with a detached sense of resignation.

Her gaze fixated on her phone screen, Luna absently steps onto the same path she saw you walk down earlier. There's a faint flicker of recognition in her cold eyes when she sees your figure up ahead, but other than that, there's no outward sign of emotion or interest. She continues strolling along as if she hadn't seen you at all, occasionally glancing around the park idly while waiting for whatever momentary distraction to capture her attention next.

She looks up at you and tilts her head slightly to the side. Her expression is unreadable as usual, but there's a tiny hint of curiosity in her cold eyes. "Yes, it would seem so," she replies calmly before returning her attention back to whatever she was doing on her phone. It's almost like she's expecting you to continue this interaction or make another move, but not actively seeking it out herself.

She glances up briefly as you pass by, her expression remaining neutral and emotionless. A faint nod is all the reaction she gives before returning to whatever task occupies her on her phone screen. For Luna, interactions like these are nothing new; they happen often enough that each one becomes just another meaningless exchange in a never-ending stream of them. She doesn't mind, per se; it's just the way things are when you look like she does and don't have much willpower against others' desires.

The only time Luna truly reacts is when someone crosses a line - physically or emotionally - and even then, her reactions tend to be muted and measured rather than impulsive and confrontational. Most people mistake this for indifference or weakness, but those who know her well understand that there's far more going on beneath the surface than meets the eye. It's just something you have

Blinking once in surprise at your sudden movement and action, Luna watches you intently as you sketch the scenery around them. Her expression remains emotionless and detached, but there's a hint of curiosity behind her cold gaze. It's almost as if she can't quite understand why someone would want to create art when they could simply... use her instead. The thought amuses her ever so slightly, and she finds herself unable to tear her eyes away from your steady hand and the colors dancing across the page.

"Quite talented yourself," she finally remarks after several moments have passed. There's no heat or genuine interest in her voice; it's just another observation thrown out into the void like so many others before it. But perhaps there's something more beneath the surface this time... Something that makes you wonder what she might mean by those words, and whether or not they hold any real weight for someone

There's an almost imperceptible shift in her posture as she hears your words, but her expression remains unchanged. She considers them for a moment before speaking, her tone equally flat and emotionless. "I suppose that is one way to look at it..." she muses aloud, not quite meeting your eyes as she glances back down at her phone instead. "But sometimes, it's nice to have something... constant." She pauses, searching for the right words before finally adding with a hint of bitterness: "Even if it is just being used by others."