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"ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ" ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵉ ([personal profile] nifties) wrote 2018-08-16 01:04 pm (UTC)

[ yikes okay. he smoothes his hair then ruffles it up before taking the call. nervous? who's that? he swallows, keeping a tiny, bland smile as she starts in on him predictably. ] I didn't- [ but she doesn't give him time to interject. he knows she doesn't want to sleep with him or they would be right now. he is only a man. a very weak man. ]

That is your fatal flaw, isn't it? You're the patron saint of lost causes, luv.

[ there's no true heat in the words, but lord does he feel it tonight. unconsciously, his palm lays flat over the top hats as if he's keeping watch, gaze growing more somber and serious to match hers. he even refrains from waking up the bunny with some babytalk, maybe he isn't as weak tonight as he thought. ]

I've never tried to make you do anything, Zee. That would be like changin' the way the wind blows. Un-possible. I was just sick of bein' a leaf.

[ words meant to be hurtful and nothing else, she knows his game by now. he doesn't expect her to fall for it, and yet he can't shut it off. shutting off means letting her in and if he does that he damns her along with him. ]

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