‘ if somebody says ‘bless your heart’, what they really mean is ‘fuck you’. ’ for misha
misha is staring dejectedly down at his cup of coffee that the local café made for him during his venture out of the mansion and SUDDENLY yearns for the one on the corner by his apartment back in washington. the flavor is lackluster and he’s currently wondering how a caramel macchiato is something that can RUINED, all the while listening to the stream of conversation that maeve is filling the air with. he hums every few moments to demonstrate that he is listening even if halfheartedly. his attention is piqued at her next words and blue hues life from the ABANDONED coffee cup up to maeve, eyebrows lifting in mild amusement. ❝ i take it this is something you’ve learned from past experiences ?? ❞ misha asks dryly, lips twitching up in what could be considered a wry smile. ❝ bless your heart, maeve. ❞
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