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if it wasn’t the unpleasant ol’ boy now himself — pallid, discourteous … the couturier can only best offer him no more than an uncivilized a̲p̲e̲ himself. a shame, for the boy is practically her sibling, ne? but one does not get to choose and pick who they are related to, after all! delicate brows gently furrow, and she offers a piteous and saddened smile ( or the closest she would ever portray, to true hurt. )
❝ ah, geez ~ you’re always such the impolite bore… crack a little ol’ smile, huh, maybe just one tiny, tiny bit ? after all, we’re practically brother and sister ! ❞
oh for god's sake.
that brat knows how to form her words. and honestly, he could care less about having her as a sibling. ❝i don't tolerate your presence, neither i do tolerate the way you are treating the queen.❞ ah yes-- the queen; the individual who gives him something different as a family, but allowed him the freedom. it's way too much he's to appreciate; but on the least he only does it for gratefulness. ❝what do you even want from me? i don't really have the nerves for your presence right now.❞
