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Head tilted to one side, Nicholas observed the girl with mild curiosity. “Mute, hm. By choice or by the cruel hand of fate, I wonder.” He crossed one leg over the other, leaning further back in his seat. Calm, collected, the complete opposite of the girl in the wheelchair before him. If he saw something he wanted, he simply took it. It was just what he did, and he wasn’t in the habit of returning items to their owners upon request. There had to be something in it for him. Unfair, yes, but life was unfair. Why should he, the bringer of death, be any different? “Say please.” He chimed, a sweet smile growing on his lips.
"Say please." What a charmer. He must have thought himself highly amusing, picking on her like this. In some other world, one with her siren's voice and sumptuous legs, would he have even gone this far to mock her? Or would he call for her like a wolf to his meal, instead? No. A sneering arse like that would always be a sneering arse, no matter what her status. Charlotte's teeth sank into the tender flesh of her lower lip, a slight glimpse of her sharp pearls lingering as she damned the notebook for her phone. A computerized voice erupted from its speakers, and she felt the grip of her petal lips give way to a sneer of her own. [ tts: Please. ]