Mango loco

He didn’t like her, he didn’t like her, he totally didn’t like her. It was odd really, he’d never experienced the feeling before where on one hand he wanted to slap her, but on the other hand he was actually kind of, sort of, having fun. Maybe they didn’t have to go straight back to the reception area. He tipped his head when she asked which way.

Depends. do you want to go straight back or maybe we walk around a bit and let Rory stretch her legs. He didn’t want to admit that despite knowing the Beauvais, he wasn’t exactly well versed in the layout of their home, beyond the path to the kitchens. He decided to ignore the comment about his sister letting him out in what he was wearing, truth be told his sister would have probably tried harder if they’d been at home with all their belongings. They had less to work with in Amaranthine, so he went in what was comfortable.

To be fair, it hasn’t actually been that long since mother decided she wouldn’t be returning to Val Colline. It hadn’t been an outcome I’d anticipated, I figured I’d have years to make this decision, not days. Dawdling may get me killed, true, but going in ill-prepared to properly play the game could also get me killed. Then, even if I do everything right, someone could still outplay me and I end up dead. I may not know all the proper etiquette, but I know one thing to be true, everyone plays the game to win, but someone has to lose. He bit his tongue at the comment about his eye rolling, but he did make a mental note to try and at least minimise his annoyance. He also tried to block out the image of being bent over her knee, because, well, that just wasn’t appropriate for the moment, just the act of thinking about it though made his cheeks flush a bit red. He just hoped that Addy hadn’t noticed.