testing theme for alex
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{!!} – Of all the undiscerning, imperceptive dolts, he was sure he’d been lumbered with the most exalted in the entire city of London. Alexsander cracked open one eye, maintaining the reclined posture of someone dearly departed at the bottom of those stairs, ❝Yes, very. I have tried to remain as cordial as possible with you, madam, but I can see that my attempts to be diplomatic have been ENTIRELY lost on you, and I regret to inform you that I am now losing my patience. That was your cue to LEAVE, my dear.❞ An incredibly contrived smile, ❝Please, do; POST-HASTE, if at all possible!❞ Alexsander shut his eyes for a second time and clapped his hands twice, insistently. ❝Chop-chop!❞
In a more coherent state of mind, he might’ve just considered advising her to take a long walk off a short pier for being so damn inquisitive, but given how overtired he was, he didn’t particularly have the energy to be so premeditatedly nasty. That didn’t mean that he actually intended upon sleeping in the stairwell - no, that would leave him far too susceptible to assault, not to mention that it would be terribly improper - but it may very well rid him of the woman and her laborious conversation if he took long enough pretending to “rest” there in order to allow his light-headedness to dispel before he furthered down the street.
She couldn’t stand around chatting idly about the ambiguous comfortability of the concrete for the remainder of the foreseeable hour! At least, he bloody hoped not…
