Sep 18, 2014
"i could have sworn," madame begins, her voice like ice as she tips the remnants of her cigarette into an ashtray, "that i'd told my brat of a son i'd wanted nothing more to do with team rocket after i retired." finely waxed brows furrow, her eyes lifting from the pages of the magazine in her lap.
red lips are turned downward into a firm frown. her short, dark hair frames her pale face perfectly, like she'd spent hours to make it that way. her eyes, while as dark as her hair, are like glaciers.
"state your business, and make it snappy. i'd like to enjoy my day out with as few interruptions as possible."
