damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
As the other two, so wrapped up in their disguises and roles, carried on with their business, Damia boredly kept her attention ahead, until her first irritation of the evening sidled up to her looking as though if he had feathers, they'd be ruffled. His pig-like face scrunched up with distaste. "Have you seen the state of the restrooms? Ajora above, it ought to be criminal. Frankly, I am disturbed no one has thought to tidy them, where is the respect?"
Nothing in Damia's face changed as he spilled his useless woes. He was clearly in distress, and yet all she could think about was putting him on a spit, maybe sticking an apple in his mouth. Not for consumption, but for show. For amusement. When he paused to hear what she had to say (there was nothing), she at last graced him with her full attention.
"Beg pardon, were you talking to me?"
He strode off in a fit, muttering unkind things under his breath.