{Meme} {â„} â âWhaaaat? Is this-a yours? You canât have it back, itâs-a mine now!â Pavi slipped the chain adornment twice over his wrist, extending his arm out in front of him to view how GeneCo's little poster child of progress' bracelet suited his slender frame.
Sentence meme (Torture my character version) || Accepting
Immediately panicking, Shilo jumped up and down with her armoutstretched in attempt to grab at the bracelet, but it proven difficultconsidering how short she was and the fact Pavi was about a foot taller than her.Her high heel boots didnât help either, nearly causing her to falter over while jumping.
âPlease, I need that!â She had to get it back before she over exerted herselfwith both the stress from the situation and her efforts to snatch her braceletback, which would cause it to go off and notify her father. She didnât need himto call her while she was out of the house, much less with her only way ofcommunicating with him was in the clutches of one of his bossâs kids.
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{â„} â Pavi, although faced (no pun intended) in the opposite direction, was watching her from his peripheral vision, and let out an audibly contrived scoff at the sight of her leaping around like a one-legged frog trying to catch a measly fly. His whole body seemed to lurch forwards with the sound he expelled, as if it were much more a dramatic affair than it was. Turning on his heels, the face-snatcher arched a brow beneath his mask of decomposing flesh, âPietoso, Shilo, cara mia, you hop around like a lame rabbit in-a those ridiculous shoes-a! If youâd like-a, The Pavi could teach you how to walk flawlessly in heels much higher than those.â Of course, he knew she would decline, which was what made it even more of an amusing - if not antagonistic - suggestion to make.
âOh, you so you need this...?â Pavi knowingly pressed, and resting his arm back down to his side, he used the other to place a surprisingly natural dainty finger beneath her chin, propping it up to get a better look at her, âWell, then, I suppose, youâd better ask-a me nicely, no?â A disgustingly smug leer crept on to his stolen features as he freed her chin from his grasp, and dangled the bracelet in front of her, just high enough for her to be unable to reach, âSay âper favore, Mr. Largoâ, and donât forget-a the smile...!â He teased with a sickeningly wide grin that made him look like a caricature. He was, without a doubt, enjoying this twisted display of arrogance. The funny thing was he actually felt sorry for the little Wallace girl, in his own âspecialâ way. That didnât mean he wouldnât toy with her, though.
