Mumble away about all you want, Sir Echolls, but this girl is sitting in for the long haul. Call me crazy.
"I'm sorry, did I wake you? Should I have brought some pots and a couple'a utensils instead? Play you the spoons, pardner?" Her chin rests on a hand instead, sarcasm starting to bleed its way into her voice in some dangerous kinds of amounts. At least she's not shouting anymore. But it doesn't make her any much more tolerable as of right now.
She's been through it plenty of times before. The days of naivete and patience are far gone, when it comes to people I care about burying themselves in a bottle or two or ninety-nine up on the wall. And so her mouth ticks into a sardonic smile, a flat line across her face as her eyebrows raise and, okay, maybe she is here to do the whole 'I told you so' song and dance. Logan's right, they really aren't a rarity at all.
"Feeling any better about yourself over there?" she asks in a tight voice.
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"I'm sorry, did I wake you? Should I have brought some pots and a couple'a utensils instead? Play you the spoons, pardner?" Her chin rests on a hand instead, sarcasm starting to bleed its way into her voice in some dangerous kinds of amounts. At least she's not shouting anymore. But it doesn't make her any much more tolerable as of right now.
She's been through it plenty of times before. The days of naivete and patience are far gone, when it comes to people I care about burying themselves in a bottle or two or ninety-nine up on the wall. And so her mouth ticks into a sardonic smile, a flat line across her face as her eyebrows raise and, okay, maybe she is here to do the whole 'I told you so' song and dance. Logan's right, they really aren't a rarity at all.
"Feeling any better about yourself over there?" she asks in a tight voice.