‘ He’s been busy. ’ And for once, Rey’s grateful for her father’s absence. It’s one less thing to worry about, and one less conversation she’s ready to witness. Arms cross as eyes follow the doctor’s movement, narrowing slightly at the mere sight of the liquid. The thought of barring it did cross her mind, though she refrained for the moment — perhaps manners took the stead of her usually harsh demeanor. He was a guest, after all. ‘ Y’ain’t as important as you think you are. ’ But, her manners do little to restrain the sharpness in her words, or the mocking smile painted across her features. He was no different than Eggsy, or Harry for the matter — both intruding in her home and her labor. A threat, to her and her family. She would have none of that, not here. ‘ But, I guess you should keep on drinking, then. Lookin’ like he isn’t gonna be home for awhile. ’
❛ HMMM. . . ❜ A LOW, GUTTURAL EMANATION from ‘neath pearl - laden throat, dusted with effervescence, prods at palpable tension. faux contemplation presents itself neatly : evident in the carmine digit lightly tracing rim of glass, the downcast of shaded eyes, & the lingering, unspoken idea that prince furter will not be made to wait ! drink is set ‘pon counter, fit with familiar exaggeration & hands perched on the lace of ever - promiscuous hips. though not yet reached, impatience is an ugly feature that leaves carnage in its wake ; such would be a shame ––––––– the daniels had such a lovely home. ❛ i’m afraid this matter is rather time sensitive ! ❜ musing voice carries royal weight / impending doom, however sweet it may appear. ❛ ––––––– maybe. . . i should go collect jack myself. ❜
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