AURORA.
A pout formed on full lips, and dark brows crinkled the tanned skin in between them in a half-assed attempt at feigning confusion β though the childish grumpy disappointment was legitimate.Β β Not even a fuck off? A leave me alone? An INSULT? You could have at least done a FUN rejection. β Part of her considers that continuing to pester him would perhaps bring about more annoyance rather than any form of relenting, but that doesnβt stop them from continuing to babble. Pout still pushing out her bottom lip, they scan the older up and down with a suspicious eye.Β β You know, if you donβt want to let me look at any files, I could always do like β¦ an interview with you. A law studentβs perspective on the exploits of the Bunnyman cropping up in Sheffield again β if it relates to any other myths and legends and lore β¦ I mean, youβre like β¦ a part of the founding families. Youβve GOT to have some shit on it. β
He sighs, the extent of the reaction Rory will garner from him, before barely bothering to glance at her once more, almost as if the simple act of interacting with her exhausts him.Β β A fun rejection would insinuate that I want this conversation to continue. I donβt. β Her next suggestion almost makes him laugh,Β β an interview? β He asks incredulously,Β β hereβs what I think of the Bunny-Man; heβs a load of horseshit, created by some pedophile in an attempt to cover up his own crimes, and people like YOU fall for it every day. Stop wasting my time. β
