he makes a sound that’s almost too lazy to even be called a hum. it’s generically agreeing, regardless, though he does tack a scoff onto the end at her playful rejection of his half-assed suggestion. “haven’t had time to proper thing about it,” he defends himself with about as much effort as he’d put into the name in the first place. “give me a day or two; it’ll come to me.” his tone remains as flippant as her own. “yes, everything i’ve done for you. i don’t know if you’re aware, mariana, but i actually treat you very well in certain regards – thought this little ‘repeat performance’ would at least impart that knowledge on ya’.” he groans in mock frustration and, of course, makes no move to get up from the bed to get either of them water. sounds like too much work. “royalty? alright, sure thing princess. you just got royally fucked and that’s about the only thing i’ll be treating you to. well, that and maybe a brutally honest yelp review. you can’t expect me to sugarcoat it; i’m not sorry!” this light candor could only happen in the bedroom, for cc. reality keeps him wound up tight with all the irritating reminders of everything he passionately hates constantly being forced down his throat. it’s amazing he keeps up the appearance of a blasé, devil-may-care attitude.
he grants her the benefit of a long pause while he takes in her partial threat. it probably shouldn’t bring a smile to his lips but it does – he’s not one to react in the way anyone would expect. “totally big and tough. i’m instilled with great fear. how will i ever recover?” the last line is delivered with a dramatized version of a southern accent, or at least as close as the brit could come to one. he hooks an ankle with hers only barely, the contact feather light to the point where she may even question if it’s intentional. it most definitely is but if she’s unsure about it, he wouldn’t blame her. “a critic? are you thinkin’ of a critic? i would make a bloody amazing critic, now that i think about it. i could try a wine today and tell you how it ages over the next fifty years! or i could compare current cinematography to early filmmaking and tell you if it’s really as advanced and revolutionary as it’s claiming to be. goddamn it, i may actually have to thank you one day if that does become my job.” still, for now, he’s happy to be unemployed. “only the terribly daft seem to come home with me and it’s probably always against their better judgement.” both eyes are open now so that he can wink at her properly. the compliment is… unexpected. cc thinks the world of himself but one person thinking he ‘isn’t bad’ comes as a brief shock to his system. coupled with the soothing touch of her fingertip outlining the plethora of ink that make up his half sleeve, it’s enough to bring the goosebumps rising to his skin. “guess i’m not doing myself justice then,” he muses, aiming for a lighthearted crack. “i’m not a nice guy. not by a long shot. dunno that i can be.” cc is quick to cover that up with a low chuckle and he reaches over to press his palm lightly to her jawline so that hazy eyes can meet. “but if you want to think me nice, princess, i sure as hell won’t stop you.”
she wasn’t accustomed to staying around so it inevitably made her anxious, what she interpreted as a lack of interest on his part didn’t seem to help. she never made it this long, she usually collected herself and bolted out the door before anyone could manage a goodbye. there wasn’t anything in particular that made him any different. she was just finally tired of being alone. she couldn’t stand one more night in silence in her apartment, so he’d just have to deal with her until he finally kicked her out or she could develop other plans. “Is this a serious business deal now? do you want my card?” she suppresses a laugh, her eyes widen. “No, no. I can’t say i was aware of it.” she wagged her finger around in a circle as if she was tracing some sort of map in order to connect the dots. “ I can’t seem to figure out if you’re just overselling your abilities or if I just have poor taste. I honestly had no idea you were helping me out so much. ” she grins, raking her fingers through her hair before pulling it into a bun. she was just short of a lapse and almost got up to get them water. the only thing keeping her ass in that bed was her inability to let others win. “Sorry bud, wasn’t paying attention to a single thing you said except for the fact you called me princess. I’m glad you’re respecting my authority.i thought you’d be way more offended. considering your british and all that shit. don’t you worship the royal family? like the whole lot of em, the corgis included.” she glanced over at him before playing with a loose thread on the comforter. “ do you ever miss ‘em? well I mean home - not like the royal family. i’m not that stupid.” she playfully slaps his chest, his reaction was exactly what she wanted, but she couldn’t help but to give him flack.“hey, don’t laugh! I am big and tough. you’re quaking. I can tell.” her brows furrow at his accent as she speaks through a laugh, “what the fuck was that? god, I’m the one scared now.” she even considers shifting her body away from him, fearing she was crowding his space. it happened so casually, so subtly she thought there was no way it was on purpose, but he didn’t move so she wasn’t going to either. “oh my god, that’s it! ” her face lit up at the sound of the mystery word. “You and me, we’re meant to be business partners, I swear.” she shook her head, “you’d be a piss poor critic though, I just have to be honest. “ she rolled her eyes and lost focus of him, her eyes trailing around the room now as he spoke. “You know, if you keep on saying shit like that, I’ll just stop coming around. the fool has to learn at some point, y’know?” her head leans into his palm. “yeah, you’re right. you’re deplorable. I was just trying to not be mean. everyone has their moments though, like that point in their life where they’re an absolute asshole? you have your moments too, i’m sure. they’re just backwards. you have your occasional moment where you’re as kind as can be.” she found comfort in the moment, it was odd considering the conversation, he had the ability to charm his way into any situation. even if she didn’t trust him, he’d make her feel like she did. “but that’s the allure.” she admitted to herself. she had no intention of the words actually coming out and the follow up was a weak attempt of covering it. “when you have to kiss everyone’s ass as much as i do, it’s nice to see someone who doesn’t care for a change.”
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