“Well, this is awkward…”
desperately trying to put something back together after taking it apart out of boredom/curiosity
What Alecto wanted to do was fix an unwavering glare on Layla. It felt like the right choice, and oh, did she want to. She could feel her eyebrows wanting to knit together in as unimpressed a fashion as they were capable of, and her mouth was ready to sit immobile and angry. But in the end, she had no motivation to fight, and that won out over her usual instinct to show how little she cared for others’ judgement. Something told her no matter what sort of look she fixed on the other girl, Layla would meet it tenfold, and that was just far too tiring. Her mind was positively taxed as it was.
“I found it on the table when I walked in,” Alecto said by rote. She did not meet Layla’s eyes – Alecto was sitting, and she refused to look up while justifying her actions. Felt too much like asking for forgiveness, and dumb though the situation was, it surely was not something Alecto would apologize for. Not to Layla, of all people – a family member, maybe, and even then she’d prefer to act as if she had no clue what the issue may be. But playing dumb could be tiring, too. “Figured I needed something to do while waiting for that top secret meeting to wrap up and my father to allow me home. I take it it has?” Alecto snorted delicately, the sound quiet enough to pass off even if her snooty tone definitely left no room for alternate interpretations. “I can’t even put this stupid evidence-whatsit back together, so surely you’ve not been sent out to invite me in.”
