{ @exceptionalthief ;; cont.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest, waiting for him to say more, and do more, but there was nothing. Eleanor had patience, but not with him. To both their misfortune, they knew each other down to the core. She didn't have to look at his face to know that he wanted her gone, that he would prefer her to be as far away as possible from him, and she could do exactly that, occupy herself with something else and let him torture himself with his own issues, but why? -- "Me, my dear? Haven't you heard? I tend to be quite a delight." She invited herself in, taking a seat close to him. Her eyes went to the newspaper he had in his possession, already hating the mere existence of it between the two, and part of her already so tempted to simply take it from his hands. "So what was it this time? Did someone insult your new suit? hurt your ego? out smarter you? should I keep guessing or are you going to tell me? but knowing you, it's probably the latter one, wasn't it? shame I didn't get to witness such an event."
