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Trish Una (
figlia_morbida
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2021-08-14 07:22 am (UTC)
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Funnily enough, that comment wasn't meant to be entirely biting. Boys like to destroy things, right? Including their own thick skulls.
She's still watching him at any rate, waiting for him to say whatever comes to his fool mind.
And it comes, and she mulls on his words, lifting a hand to inspect her nails like they're perhaps more interesting.
Her gaze remains squarely on her pink nails, pinker than any piece of furniture here, when she asks:
]
What does it matter to you?
[
She could spit venom all day and night, but he's immune to it, surely. Abbacchio was a rougher personality than her by many strides, after all.
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She's still watching him at any rate, waiting for him to say whatever comes to his fool mind.
And it comes, and she mulls on his words, lifting a hand to inspect her nails like they're perhaps more interesting.
Her gaze remains squarely on her pink nails, pinker than any piece of furniture here, when she asks:]
What does it matter to you?
[She could spit venom all day and night, but he's immune to it, surely. Abbacchio was a rougher personality than her by many strides, after all.]