hardened eyes look at her, not faltering to even glance anywhere else other than her. he supposed he should find it amusing but she caught him on a bad day and irritation runs through his body so he can only apologise for anything he might do or say. ❝ & and you would have to be vaguely important enough for me to care about what you think ... but clearly you aren't. ❞ 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎? he’s racking his brain to pull forth a name that he can match to her face, but nothing comes up. it’s on the tip of his tongue and he can’t remember. arms drop from his chest to loosely dangle beside his body as he pushes himself off the wall and steps towards her. ❝ if you aren’t spying, what are you doing? ❞
@darkenedwine said : “ you would actually have to be interesting for me to bother spying on you.”
