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the only move narcisa makes is to take a handful of popcorn from the bowl without invitation, popping them into her mouth one by one shamelessly. there’s a brief look of confusion clouding her features that moves into frustration as she tears her attention away from the screen at last. “ what ? NO. this is an entirely different movie. that was the one with channing tatum, this is the one with colin firth. i guess it’s amanda bynes week. ” apparently, she’s the only one that has earned this time off, fingers clinging to the remote as if it’s hers entirely. “ if you don’t like it, feel free to fly back to your CAVE. i’ll tell your mother you said goodbye whenever i see her. ”
his eyes zero onto her face -- wretched despite her smooth skin and kissable cheeks; cherubic mug almost hides the beast she manifests every now and then perfectly -- dismay in his judgmental glare. disbelief, too. while it’s utterly believable that narcisa would be an awful company to some, leo still imagined she’d have some pure moronic souls to bother on the regular instead of this misery. ‘ you know what, how about YOU get out of your cave ? don’t you have anything else to do --- anything at A L L expect sit here and pester me every other week or so ? ’ there’s an attempt to snatch the remote away from her hand but it’s a failed one. leo grumbles and sits back.
