DELILAH.
delilahâs eyebrow arched in amusement. â I could probably find someone who would, actually, but unfortunately there probably isnât much I could do about our living situation. â at this point, most of the things she owned were either bought by someone else or bought with the money she got by selling off those gifts. coffee beans from italy wouldnât be too much of a stretch, especially since quite a few of the elite were highly likely to do that already. her expression soon morphs into one of distaste. â ugh, letâs stop talking about those disgusting things already. â she really didnât want to give more thought to what other atrocities were brought by the rats. a shrug of the shoulders combined with her rolling eyes is all the response she has towards gemmaâs explanation of cole. cole, as a person, wasnât all bad. but she hated any sort of authority, and he was it in this situation. sheâd been trained to always be in control, and although she could technically leave if she wanted to, it was mostly the principal that he was in charge that automatically made her more annoyed around him. if hard pressed she could admit his better points, but she wasnât the type to display that easily. â anything for you, darling. â  she laughs, tone decidedly sarcastic, scooping up another handful of cereal. â so, besides the superior coffee, how was italy? â
   ah, gemma almost forgot who she was talking to. she lets out a breathy huff of amusement at the otherâs (likely very true) claim, saying, âwell, whatever you do, make sure it isnât delivered right to our doorstep. i donât want to have to make up some story for the UPS guy.â she winces exaggeratedly, though it falters to a blank shrug as delilah asks to stop talking about the rats. âyour loss. i hear they make very good cuddle buddies.â she continues on her quest to find something she might want to snack on, then eventually settles on a packet of honeycomb candies sheâd bought impulsively at the cashier counter. tearing the packet open with her teeth, she cracks a bit off the corner and plops it into her mouth with a satisfied hum. itâs even sweeter than it should be after the taste of bland but still bitter coffee, and for someone with as big a sweet tooth as gemma, itâs about as satisfying as a warm home-cooked meal. she quirks a brow at delilahâs use of darling, unamused but not quite bothered enough to protest. thereâs a pause in the conversation and she cracks off another bit of the candy, throwing it toward the mouth of delilahâs box of food, aiming just right so that the tiny fragment will hopefully land amongst the cereal. itâs almost an offering, of some sort â she rarely shares her sugary treats, after all â regardless of whether or not delilah even likes honeyed sweets. how was italy? the question makes her pause; thereâs more for her to say than sheâd ever dare to, and so her answer comes out with a careless shrug, âit was... good. nice weather. their croissants were subpar.â it isnât until sheâs said it that she realises sheâs comparing rome to paris out loud; she doesnât think sheâs ever spoken about where she came from, and certainly not to delilah.












