[another order. doesn't he ever get tired of giving orders? she'd be exhausted with herself in less than an hour if she had to live life as a pompous dickhead whose singular purpose is to treat everyone on earth like personal fucking minions.
she'll speak to him as she damn well pleases. and she'll respond as she damn well pleases, too, tossing back a flat,]
That sounds like your problem, then. Not mine.
[another cutting gust of wind blows through, unfortunately causing her to visibly shiver and her teeth to audibly chatter. as subtly as possible, she rubs her arms against herself in an attempt at finding some warmth.
it's ultimately futile, and causes her next comeback to not land as well as she'd like.]
she is ✨expressing herself✨
she'll speak to him as she damn well pleases. and she'll respond as she damn well pleases, too, tossing back a flat,]
That sounds like your problem, then. Not mine.
[another cutting gust of wind blows through, unfortunately causing her to visibly shiver and her teeth to audibly chatter. as subtly as possible, she rubs her arms against herself in an attempt at finding some warmth.
it's ultimately futile, and causes her next comeback to not land as well as she'd like.]
I don't ask you why you dress like an asshole.
[god, she fucking hates her life.]