* HATE WHEN SHE’S SAVAGE .
( ♘ ) Knitted brows sink upon the sigh which e s c a p e s the tight frown upon painted lips, disapproval for the untoward ire which the other lays heavily upon her abridgment of the practice she conducted, even as she remains composed in her posture ; accustomed to the inquiries which only bore more questions in the minds of others rather than satiating curiosity, his response was not new. ❝ I can reprise it in sarcasm, if you would prefer, ❞ tone l a c e d with just such caustic wit as to snap back at his own irritation, forest hues sharp as her head tilts slightly with her reply, ❝ or perhaps you’d prefer it spelled out in r u d e n e s s since I see you to be quite the expert in just such. ❞
‘ well , well ––– LOOK WHO’S TALKING . not so civil now yourself , eh ? ‘ if he didn’t feel the strictures of practised apathy choking anything but the worst from his features ( tried and tested , the best hand of cards a gambler could play ) he just might’ve caught himself SMILING : but he only glares . red right hand waving off her comments like the unhelpful air they were . ‘ i’d PREFER it explained , like , at all : but if you can’t use your words , ‘ a pause piously devoted to an extremely melodramatic POUT , ‘ why won’t you SHOW ME ? take me to get some of this stuff when you go , already ! i hate sitting around . . . ‘
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