▬ ;; ᴘ s ʏ ᴄ ʜ ᴏ s ɪ s

“Is that so…?”

            ❝ I fail to see how he fits into the equation. ❞

     Skin  CRAWLS, and the hairs ‘pon the back of your neck prickle with the       urge to reach out & show him his place in this world; but pressed doth nerves       be to silence the welling desire. Arms are folded neatly ‘cross your chest and       you stand upright ─ smug & complacent are the lines of your countenance as       you raise the words:

“What did you JUST call me..?”

     Lips twist; there was a certain amount of amusement that was derived in his       sharp reaction. His were a prickling of displeasure & you’re one to eat it up with       a devious curve to paled lips. You’re hard pressed and set in your stance toward       those of your own flesh, regardless of the course time has set for them ─ you       were the  SUPERIOR  to their likes.

            ❝ Pah!             Hardly. Maybe you’re too  low to the ground                   to see how insignificant you are. ❞

     The words flow with an air of discontent, so flickers ‘cross incandescent irises.       She’s swift in making her demands & you’re just as quick to snuff out her attempts;      you’ll have not what she tries to impose on you. The poorly baked cookies were      yours and you were not bound to share, even when you wouldn’t finish the contents      of the package. Childish spite, to say the least.

“Is that….Me?”

“actually, your the clone.”

             ❝ Well, I thought I would never see the day.                  Isn’t this a delightful surprise, hm  ? 

     Did she seriously just... She did. She had her hand in your bag of cookies,       ready to steal away what you ( mistakenly ) purchased. Not today. Aisha.

             ❝ I never said I wasn’t going to eat them,                   thank you very much. ❞