He expected that when all shit got made clear that it would be dropped. Not pursued more. Oh Messiahs, he's serious about this. Oh Mirth.
"I WAS NOT BEING THE ONE WHAT STARTED FLIRTING YOU WER--" He stops, cutting himself off with an affronted look. "No. NO! Fuck you, I know what as you're doing."
He scowls and points an accusatory finger. Oh but if he could just flick the paint off at him or smear that smug face in it all. Dammit. He wishes suddenly, alarmingly, that Cecil were here. Cecil could sort this, he did it so good before.
But then he remembers sharp and clear where exactly it is Cecil most surely is at to be. Just makes him all the more motherfucking firm.
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"I WAS NOT BEING THE ONE WHAT STARTED FLIRTING YOU WER--" He stops, cutting himself off with an affronted look. "No. NO! Fuck you, I know what as you're doing."
He scowls and points an accusatory finger. Oh but if he could just flick the paint off at him or smear that smug face in it all. Dammit. He wishes suddenly, alarmingly, that Cecil were here. Cecil could sort this, he did it so good before.
But then he remembers sharp and clear where exactly it is Cecil most surely is at to be. Just makes him all the more motherfucking firm.
"I. Am not. AVAILABLE, MOTHERFUCKER."