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| [P] One Jump Ahead; Spot! | |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Thu Aug 14, 2008 12:57 am Post #31 |
 
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“-- you could be nicer to me.” Cordelia laughed again, hiccupping halfway through. Her face was a little red, flushed from the laughter and from the warmth of the alcohol. “Aww, I’m plenty nice, darling!” she said, waving her hand in the air to dismiss what he had said. The only thing that she had done that wasn’t very kind had been getting him with the spell, but he had said he was fine now. Clearly, all was forgiven. “You just gotta get used to be… me, I mean. Me.” Cordelia’s eyebrows furrowed at the stumble over her words and she lifted a hand to her head, rubbing it lightly. That warm feeling was turning into a sort of numbness, starting in her toes and her fingertips. There was suddenly a terrible taste in her mouth and her stomach made a loud, obnoxious, grumbling noise. Cordelia shifted slightly in her seat and looked down, eyes narrowed as if to chastise the organ. “Bad tummy,” she said, just to drive the point home, the two words slurring together to the point where they didn’t even sound like individual words. Her language clearly wasn’t as sharp as it would have been had her potion not been spiked. She hadn’t even realized what had been done to her yet, even if she did feel a bit off. She had issues trusting other people, but she never would have suspected that the Halfling whose life she could have easily taken would try to introduce foreign objects into her system. Perhaps it had been naïve of her, but surely any other person would have made the same mistake. “How're you feeling, dearie?” “Iuno…” she said, squeezing her eyes shut before opening them, the world blurry around the edges. Pattin suddenly seemed so far away, although he was just right across the table. Again her stomach groaned, though this time it was louder and actually hurt a little bit. Cordelia whimpered quietly and grabbed hold of the edge of the table, fumbling for a few moments before she could actually grip it. Shakily the vampire lady rose to her feet, the world spinning as she did. The warmth was suddenly gone, turning into a sickness in the pit of her digestive tract. Her skin felt in places like she was being jabbed with tiny needles and a cold sweat began to break out on her face. “Yeahhhh… I feel sick…” she finally decided, looking around. She was glad to finally be able to pin a name on that feeling and she hiccupped for a third time. “Where’s the… thing… that you walk out of…? Door, right? Yeah. Where’s the door?” She could hardly see at all, but she knew what was coming, and she didn’t want to start vomiting in front of everyone at the tavern. It couldn’t be good for business. |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Thu Aug 14, 2008 1:04 am Post #32 |
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Pattin watched her concernedly, not sure what happened with vampires and alcohol. Sure enough, she grabbed her stomach and looked fairly sick, asking where the door was. By this time, Pattin had realized what was happening and had begun laughing. “Bwhahahaha!” He said, eyes watering, standing and leading her outside. He wiped a tear from his eye as he held the door open. “Wassamatter, dear? Can't hold yer alcohol?” he asked, leaning against the post. For a halfling, Pattin had some fairly dwarflike points to him. He straightened his cap and patted Cordelia on the shoulder. “It was fun while it lasted.” He said, referring to the murder to come. The woman was not dumb and would eventually realize he'd spiked her drink. But it was well worth it. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Thu Aug 14, 2008 1:21 am Post #33 |
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Cordelia wasn’t quite sure what the laugh meant. If she had been in a more sober state, she probably very easily would have pieced it together. Hell, had she been in a sober state, this wouldn’t have even happened. As soon as the fresh air from outside hit her she took a deep breath, trying to coax whatever was inside of her to stay there. Throwing up wasn’t very fun, especially when it came to her throwing up. Although she hadn’t been sick too many times in her life, and most certainly couldn’t remember the last time she had been, she certainly recalled how much it hurt to purge her body of toxins. “Wassamatter, dear? Can't hold yer alcohol?” A look of confusion crossed her face as she looked down at Pattin. Slowly it pieced together, and while she wasn’t sure how he had done it, she knew he had somehow gotten alcohol into her system. The look of confusion turned to one of subtle betrayal and she looked away from him, unable to say anything. How could he have? What was the point of it? Surely she hadn’t been so mean to him that night that he had to go and be so unnecessarily cruel to her. With one last rumble of her stomach, Cordelia ran to the bushes just off of the steps, falling to her knees and ducking into them. As much as she didn’t want to be sick, she supposed it was best that it was out of her system. This was mortifying, though, and as the alcohol came up her esophagus and out her mouth, burning the whole way, she couldn’t help but feel extremely bitter. “Enjoying… this?” she snapped angrily, her voice cracking. Her body began to shake and she stayed concentrated on the plants. This couldn’t be good for them, but keeping that stuff in her body wasn’t good for her either. “Freakin’ sadist…” Those words were followed by another round of retching, this time with less alcohol and more of the potion. The potion should have just dissolved, but he just had to go ahead and completely ruin it for her, didn’t he? Relaxing for a moment, Cordelia took in a few deep breaths, saliva dripping from her parted lips. She spat it out then groaned, wanting to say something to Pattin so badly but lacking any and all of the words. At first she had been confused, then betrayed, and then finally bitter, and that bitterness had yet to melt away. How was this even funny? It was just plain revolting and she wasn’t sure why he had even done it in the first place. There couldn’t have been a point, other than to get back at her for the flashburst or to make her suffer. She had told him that she couldn’t digest alcohol, and yet he deliberately went against what she had said. “You think this is a joke?” she said, her voice low and weak, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. “Go ahead; just laugh your arse off. I didn’t do anything to you that wasn’t uncalled for. What a spiteful, vindictive little midget you are… you want to go stab yourself for me so I’ll be rid of your presence?” Cordelia’s stomach twisted again and she groaned, looking down again and gripping at her abdomen. She hoped it was over, but she had a feeling that it wasn’t quite yet. |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Thu Aug 14, 2008 1:43 am Post #34 |
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Pattin smiled at her as she spoke. “aye, but you had fun while it lasted, no?” He said, sipping his ale thoughtfully. “it could have been much worse, lass. I could have poisoned it, no? Or simply killed you while you were drunk. I'm sure you have better things than that little dagger of yours.” He said, not moving. When she suggested he stab himself, Pattin set his ale down and shrugged, walking over and taking the dagger from the helpless vampire. “Where shall I do it?” He asked, turning it to face himself. “The eye? The leg?...The heart?” He asked, moving the blade to each area as he said it. Pattin thrust the dagger in between his arm and his heart, catching it in his shirt. He spit out a mouthfull of ale, looking like blood in the night. For all she knew, he'd actually done it. Pattin fell to his knees and onto his side, feeling the cold blade against his side. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Thu Aug 14, 2008 2:22 am Post #35 |
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“it could have been much worse, lass. I could have poisoned it, no? Or simply killed you while you were drunk. I'm sure you have better things than that little dagger of yours.” Cordelia’s eyes narrowed. She wasn’t a very wise person to threaten; didn’t he understand that yet? While she did have other things to steal, like her poison blade and a few trinkets, she doubted he would find any use for them. All of her possessions, aside from the dagger, were meant to be used by normal sized people. “Poison would result in this as well,” she informed him. “And to kill a woman in front of a whole tavern wouldn’t have been very wise.” She didn’t think he had it in him to kill, anyway. She was weak now from the constant vomiting and the alcohol, but if he did decide to try anything all it would take would be a simple spell. Of course, that spell might drain her, but she was right by an inn. If she had to stay the night, then she would. “The eye? The leg?...The heart?” She snarled when he came near her and took her dagger. Cordelia made a move to swipe at him, but she missed due to her current lack of coordinateness. “How about all three?” she asked. She would have loved to do it herself, but she couldn’t really complain. As long as it was with her dagger then she was happy. She looked away, a rush of blood spewing up from betwixt her lips. She wasn’t sure if it was hers or the blood she had drank earlier, but either way it didn’t matter. When she heard another liquid hitting the ground, her gaze returned to the annoying midget that was now on the ground near her. The woman stared at him, surprised that he had actually done it. She laughed; amused that he had done it. She reached over and pulled the dagger free, not noticing at first that there was no blood on it. The stench of the blood that had been in her stomach mixed among other things was strong enough to cancel out anything else. However, as she fingered the metal, about to put it away, she sighed when the soft, relaxing feeling of blood on her fingertips didn’t come. “Going away and leaving me alone would work too, Spot,” she said, lifting an arm and wiping any residue away off of her mouth. She didn’t feel as sick, though the feeling of weakness and vulnerability had yet to disappear. “Why do you insist on annoying me? Isn’t there anyone else you could torture? Someone less… murderous, perhaps?” |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Thu Aug 14, 2008 2:39 am Post #36 |
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Patten opened an eye as she took the blade out. “Yes, but that's not quite as fun, now is it?” He said with a wink. He got up and yawned, looking around lazily. She seemed to be getting used to his antics by now. He sighed. “You know, I don't think I can bring myself to do it. Nope, I can't.” He said. “ You're a good pal, Cordelia. I don't think you'd have it in you to kill... well... me anyway.” He chuckled at her. “I saw that hesitation when I pretended to cry. I'm just so adorable you can't stnd not having me around.” He closed his eyes and nodded. “Yep yep, I see the signs. You even gave me a nickname, Cordie.” He chuckled. Looking at her and back to his empty mug of ale, he groaned. “You owe me half an ale.” He said, picking up the mug and tipping it upside down, pointing out the nothing coming out. “see all this nothing? There used to be a beautiful drink there. Now it's gone. And it's your fault. I even defended your honor.” He said, inspecting his nails. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Thu Aug 14, 2008 4:27 am Post #37 |
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“I saw that hesitation when I pretended to cry. I'm just so adorable you can't stnd not having me around.” Her eyes narrowed the moment he opened his mouth to speak. She did so have it in her to kill him, but she couldn’t very well do it without any sort of good reason. Besides, in her weakened state, there was nothing she could do. This had nothing to do with the fact that he was ‘adorable’, but more with her own weaknesses. Cordelia averted her eyes from his form and huffed, almost ashamed of herself. He wasn’t a child, even if he could pull off looking like one, so why had she hesitated? If she had just done it and gotten it over with then she wouldn’t be in this predicament. “Just because you have a nickname means nothing,” she said. “You aren’t anything special. Don’t let your ego get bigger than you’re body.” When he continued on and on about the ale, Cordelia couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “I don’t owe you anything,” she snapped. “Perhaps you should rely less on that disgusting crap.” How could anyone even enjoy that? She should have known just by the thick taste that he had spiked her drink. “It isn’t my fault that you decided to spill it just to try and play a trick on me.” She wasn’t taking responsibility, she wasn’t paying, and she wasn’t going to do anything. She didn’t owe him a single thing after everything he had gotten her into that night. “… I even defended your honor.” At that, the vampire woman threw her head back and started cackling due to how ridiculous that statement was. The laughter soon turned into a choking, coughing sound however, since her throat was absolutely raw. She swallowed, lifting a hand and lightly massaging the front of her neck to try and ease the throbbing. “The only thing you defended was the fact that you aren’t a midget,” she said bluntly. “I don’t need you to defend me. I’m completely capable of protecting myself.” Well, maybe only fairly capable, but capable nonetheless. “What are you, anyway, if you aren’t a midget? Or are you just a sensitive midget?” |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Thu Aug 14, 2008 4:47 am Post #38 |
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Pattin sighed. “You're awfully full of yourself, woman. Have you ever-- no, that's a stupid question.” he said, shaking his head. “How often do people tell you that?” He asked, eyeing her. She laughed at owing him a drink. “Aye, but it is your fault it didn't work.” He said, nose upturned, looking at his balled up hand. “Are you done spilling good moonshine, or shall we sit out here fer another few days? He asked, rubbing his arms. As she rubbed her throat, Pattin chuckled. “serves you right, woman.” He sniffed proudly. Pattin looked at her critically. “Not a midget. A halfling.” He said simply. Looking her up and down, he snorted. “Aren't you short for a human?” He said, matching her snobby tone. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Thu Aug 14, 2008 8:34 pm Post #39 |
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The very second he opened his mouth Cordelia felt the urge to punch him in the face. Could he, for just once, hold his tongue and not attempt to push her further? Even if silence was a sign of weakness, she would have preferred that over the high spirited midget that he tried to be. She should have killed him earlier and made the world a better place without him. When he mentioned something being a stupid question, her eyebrows lifted out of sheer curiosity. Maybe it was better that he had cut himself off, but she was a firm believer in the saying ‘if you have something to say, say it’. “Say it,” she commanded, willing to beat it out of him if that was what it came down to. She might have been exhausted at the moment, but it was clear who would win in a battle between the two of them. If anything against him could even be called a battle, what with how short he was. “Are you done spilling good moonshine, or shall we sit out here fer another few days?” “You do realize that stuff rots your insides, right?” Cordelia scoffed, and then heaved a sigh. She was pretty sure she was all better now. After throwing up the alcohol, the potion, and a small portion of blood that had already been partially digested, she didn’t think there was anything else left in her to be vomited. “I’m fine. You wouldn’t have to sit out here if you hadn’t done that, so don’t you even dare try to blame me. Such hypocrisy.” Cordelia shook her head as she thought about it, not going to elaborate. To her it was obvious, and if it wasn’t to him, then that was just simply too bad. Halfling… Cordelia wasn’t quite sure what that race was, but she figured it had to be synonymous with midget. He had probably just come up with some fancy word to make himself feel better. When he attacked her height, Cordelia just laughed. That was a pathetic excuse for an insult. The vampire lady put her hands on the ground and slowly pushed herself up, a wave of dizziness coming over her again. She stood still for a moment, allowing it to pass before she spoke. “Hun, don’t talk about things you don’t know,” she said. “And I’m not human. Don’t relate me to those idiots.” |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Mon Aug 18, 2008 10:57 pm Post #40 |
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Pattin laughed at her comment. “Rots my arse.” He smiled then frowned. “Wait. It might at that.” He shrugged and ran in, grabbing the bottle and running back to Cordelia's side, plopping his fat bum on a chair outside. “Bah. Hypocrisy makes you feel fuzzy inside. Makes you feel kingly.” he said with a highly unfitting noble tone. “Say, Cordie. What would you say if I told you I was a prince of a land owned by halflings?” He asked curiously, a serious face on. He sipped at the moonshine carefully before scrutinizing the vampire, whose appearance was incomplete disarray. “Not that I am, of course. I just wanted to know what you'd say.” He shrugged and took a gulp of moonshine. The sudden rush of alcohol made him gag and sputter, coughing violently. “Argh, it's too strong. Must've been an orc, the man I st-- erm borrowed this from.” |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Mon Aug 18, 2008 11:29 pm Post #41 |
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Cordelia lifted an eyebrow as he ran back inside, and then came back outside in less then two seconds. She snorted and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, looking away from him the second he sat down simply because she couldn’t stand to look at him any longer. This was getting to be too much. “Of all the people I could have met, it just had to be an alcoholic midget, didn’t it?” Cordelia asked, looking heavenward as if to ask some higher power why they hated her. As soon as she got no response, which she had known she wouldn’t have, she hissed lightly and looked back over to Pattin. “You’re no one to be talking like that,” she said as soon as he used that noble tone. Thieves weren’t supposed to try and be kings, and honestly she didn’t know why anyone would want to be a king. She merely rolled her eyes at his next question; no matter how serious he was acting, she knew there was no way he was a prince. “If you’re a prince, then you must have started out as a butt-ugly frog that some desperate wench kissed and got some fatal disease from it.” She started laughing then at the image in her head, and even harder at the idea of him being a prince. Oh, that was just great. Cordelia lifted a hand to wipe the tears from her eyes and let out a sigh of complete and utter amusement. She nodded when he said he wasn’t. “Don’t worry; it wasn’t very hard to figure out. As the Ice Queen, I know when people are lying about being any sort of royalty.” All right, so maybe that was a tad more joking than her last few statements had been. She figured it needed to be mentioned though that she wasn’t just any normal, mean vampire. The woman cocked her head off the side when he spat out the moonshine, a smirk cracking her face to show that she was obviously enjoying his torment and mocking him about it. “Then maybe you shouldn’t borrow hm?” |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Mon Aug 18, 2008 11:42 pm Post #42 |
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Pattin glared at her. “Not alcoholic, woman.” He said, looking at the bottle in his hand, almost scared to drink it. “Just enjoy my drinks.” He swirled it around, the smell wafting into the night air. “And that's a right lie.” He said at her prince comment. “It wasn't fatal.” Pattin winked at her. “And as king of Imythess, I find the idea of you being queen about as accurate as a child with a bow.” He said, sipping at his drink. “Pardon my filthy language.” He said with a laugh. He took a sip of the moonshine carefully and watched her. “Naw, it's good shine. Just a bit strong.” He licked his lips and held it out to Cordie, offering her some. “Oh wait, nevermind. You can't hold yer alcohol.” He laughed, one hand holding his stomach. Of course, jokes continuing like this would surely mean his end, but why not enjoy until then? |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Tue Aug 19, 2008 1:01 am Post #43 |
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“Ah, whatever,” Cordelia grumbled. “Not my fault if you decide you don’t want to admit you have a problem.” To her, there wasn’t a difference between him having a problem and just enjoying a few drinks. Her eyes slid to his slight beer belly, believing that to be all the proof that she needed. There were so few people in this world that she could actually tolerate, and she wasn’t quite sure yet if Pattin was one of them. It was doubtful, however, since those few people were family and to call this midget family would be an insult to her and her son. “It wasn't fatal.” The vampire woman snorted in disbelief. “I’m sure that it was. Either she died, or she ran away just as soon as she saw you.” Cordelia wrinkled her nose as she looked down at him. It was probably safe to say he had never once been kissed, what with how absolutely rude he was and the few – if any – manners he possessed. No woman in their right mind would lay lips to a man like him, frog or midget. “Or, she’s nonexistent. I think I’ll go with that last choice.” She nodded once to confirm her statement. At the mention of her not being a queen, and especially with that analogy, Cordelia simply looked at him as if he had grown another limb. “First of all, I am the Ice Queen,” she said. “And second, that comparison made absolutely no sense.” She sighed and shook her head. “I suppose midgets are just as small-minded as the rumors say. What a pity.” “Oh wait, nevermind. You can't hold yer alcohol.” With those very words, a low growl emitted from her throat and Cordelia glowered at him. She stepped over to him and grabbed onto the moonshine, smacking it from his hand. As soon as that was done, she brought her arm back and threw it down, her hand colliding against the side of his face. Her arm swung back due to momentum and she kept it up, slightly parallel to the ground before bringing her hand before her face to examine it. “How disgusting, I have midget germs now. I do hope I don’t shrink. Oh, by the way… watch your tongue or you will find yourself without one.” She wrinkled her nose at the thought, though a mocking smirk broke across her mouth and she wiped her hand against the fabric of her pants to rid herself of any disease touching him might have passed on to her, even though it was impossible for her to contract it. |
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| Pattin Lightfoot | Thu Aug 21, 2008 4:20 am Post #44 |
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Pattin held a hand to his chin in thought. “come to think of it, I never saw her again.” He said, completely ignoring Cordelia. “I suppose my manly charm must have proven too much for the woman.” He shrugged. “Silly girls don't know a halfling is the best you can get.” He chuckled, trying to pose macho-style and failing utterly. Pattin merely chuckled at her words, laughing while she tried to put down the barely-drunk halfling to no effect. He sighed and went to take another sip when she smacked his hand, throwing it to the floor. Pattin simply stared at his hand blankly, clenching and unclenching air, as if he didn't know where it went. Pattin slowly turned to look at Cordelia in time to see her hand slap him with an amazing amount of force. Pattin felt as if he'd been socked in the jaw by a half-orc. His vision went blurry for a second, swaying where he stood. After a few second of swaying came the fall, landing on his back with a grunt. He lay on the ground, eyes clenched shut. “Woman. Porch is being silly. Spinnin in circled. Tell it to stop.” He grumbled, one hand rubbing his jaw. A nice crimson hand was forming on his face. The pain hit him then. “Argh! Wench!” He cursed, rubbing at the spot with a passion. “Yer hit me, rookie.” He gave her a toothy grin. |
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| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:49 pm Post #45 |
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“Silly girls don't know a halfling is the best you can get.” Cordelia wasn’t sure she had ever heard something as arrogant as that. “A thieving midget with an addiction to alcohol…” she mused, tapping her index finger against her chin. She then shook her head, reaching an obvious conclusion. “I beg to differ. If anything I’d say it’s the worst… I can understand why you never saw her again. Oh! I forgot to mention arrogant, too. What a terrible combination.” She crinkled her nose, being completely serious with that statement. “Woman. Porch is being silly. Spinnin in circled. Tell it to stop.” As soon as he fell over, Cordelia stood there proudly, quite pleased with her handiwork. He had fallen and now apparently the world was spinning, all because of the force of her abuse. “I think I’ll let it keep spinning,” she said, watching him rub his face. Cordelia folded her arms over her chest, a smug smirk pulling onto her face. “I think it’s having fun spinning. Besides, I’m enjoying watching you in pain.” He was really an idiot if he couldn’t piece together that this was because of her. For a moment she actually felt good – the sort of fuzzy, warm feeling a person could get only when they tore another person down and exposed how weak they really were. His words came then, calling her a wench and a rookie. That good feeling dissipated somewhat as she stared down at him, finding no humor in what he had said and feeling no pity for him. Whatever came to happen to him would turn out to be because of his own doing and the fact that he didn’t seem to understand he was beneath many, many people in the food chain. Cordelia took a few steps closer to him, looming over him with a look on her face that signaled she was anything but amused by him. “Now, now Spot… what did I say about watching your mouth?” she began, each word dripping with malevolence. She bent down just slightly, arching her back forward while keeping her legs straight. “I’d hate to have to remove your tongue and each of those teeth, considering then you wouldn’t be able to talk or drink that crap you love so much. Face it sweetie; I’m winning this battle and there’s no way you can possibly turn the tables.” Cordelia chuckled, and then returned to standing straightly; still peering down at him with eyes that reflected the same tone she had held in her voice. “I do think this conversation is becoming a bit repetitive, don’t you agree?” Cordelia shrugged, yawning. “I’m assuming the effects of the flash burst spell have completely worn off, yes? If so, then I’m thinking I’ll leave. We wouldn’t want you to get beaten beyond recognition, now would we?” This time, it was Cordelia who offered the toothy grin, a certain degree of her prior smugness remaining present. |
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