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“Sore loser?” Pip said with a slight laugh knowing it had to be a trap. “Darling, Zephyr, dear, I’ve lost teeth and still been shook the guys hand. I’m not a sore loser I’m going to win one day.” She rolled her eyes at his logic and continued. “No shit sherlock. Who else would complain when someone wins unfairly? If you lose the situation is when people care about fairness and rules, or at least a lot of people.”
“He’s not,” Pip said with a shrug. “To be fair I don’t think he normally does have to be though. He seems to get far with his flirting.”
Pip hadn’t meant to get uppity, more so that she didn’t like the needling. After all, she wanted to be a lawyer now and that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. She wanted this war to be over so she didn’t have this weird guilt mixed with pride keeping her here.
She wanted Constance to come to her senses, but every day that seemed less and less likely.
“Sorry I just - I’m rotten at planning okay? I don’t really want to think about plans or what I should be doing. I didn’t mean to be an ass, I just don’t like the question.”
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"Okay, I'll admit, you're a hell of a better sport than I am because I've been dragged to an infirmary while still swearing up and down I'm going to beat someone's ass," Zephyr admitted, pushing away the odd twist in his stomach when he thought about just how many of those stories that Daisy could back up because she's been the one to pull him away.
God, it was weird sometimes to be back around people that he'd know as a teenager and then fallen out of contact with. Not that he didn't enjoy getting to talk with Pippa again, but there was something strange about being thought of in terms you'd moved past years ago, but it wasn't nearly as strange as being so known that you couldn't hide roots that were nearly invisible to everyone else. You couldn't hide what someone had been present for, after all.
"If his flirting doesn't work, that veela charm probably will. You know that saying about being a lover and not a fighter? I feel like it cuts out people that are fights by being lovers. What about the Mata Hari's of the world? Not that I'm saying that Henry would be sent anywhere as a honeypot, don't get me wrong, just talking hypotheticals here." Zephyr quickly clarified, trying to stay on topic instead of getting caught up in technicalities.
Sighing, Zephyr tilted his head at her and really hoped that she knew what was coming next. "You know I have to hug you now, right? It's a rule." He didn't say that he didn't make the rules because in his world, Zephyr usually did make the rules and flagrantly ignore any other rules, but in this case, he thought he could also blame his dad for this particular rule. "Come on, hug time. It's not like I'm any fucking better at planning."










