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“You ever heard the term ‘you’re a sight for sore eyes’? Well, you’re the exact opposite of that.”
It was typical at first, but now it felt like a nuisance––the embarking and patrolling of her person––keeping her from venturing out and enjoying the last bit of sanity she had left. Poppy wasn’t surprised he’d found her; she frequented this bar quite a lot, enough for the patrons to know her pick of the litter. Despite her often irritated expressions she preferred light and.. fruity refreshments. She supposed this is what she got for sneaking off. When she tried to stand up, she found that her body only fidgeted in its seat. “No need to rough-house me, I got the memo. We’re crystal clear, here. Mind puttin’ the puppies away?” What decorative language he used, she thought. Maybe she’d come up with better wit if she weren’t so busy trying to figure out which of the two reflections was actually him.
“If you so despise me and my rules, perhaps you should abandon my place of residence; I’m sure the owners of this... establishment would be more than happy to give you a bar-stall as a home and serve you glass after glass of poison whilst you wither and age.”
Sensing their discord, a patron had approach them both but a whispered conversation was all it took for Ambrogio to send them back on their way. “I just don't understand it. You have the opportunity to know every marvel of the world yet you risk it all for sticky floors and men who see you as meat?” His fangs were hidden as quickly as they’d appeared. He span on his heel. “Come: you are late for your lessons.”
