[He'd lifted a boot to kick the guard of the sword and loosen enough to fall over on the ground with a clatter. It was his own sword, sure, but he didn't care for looking it in the face.]
'Meatloaf' is pretty apt but it's still half-baked as far as metaphors go.
[Evidently, he wasn't done pushing her buttons--though the last attempt was arguably gentle.]
[She just looks on benignly as the sword capsizes no longer gazing into the dormant eyes of the skeletal face.]
Meatloaf is really good when done right. [She has to point that out.] But you're going to have to be more specific, we have different ideas on what's nasty I think.
[She's looking up at him from her crouched position, slow to anger, but easy enough to nettle.]
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'Meatloaf' is pretty apt but it's still half-baked as far as metaphors go.
[Evidently, he wasn't done pushing her buttons--though the last attempt was arguably gentle.]
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Meatloaf is really good when done right. [She has to point that out.] But you're going to have to be more specific, we have different ideas on what's nasty I think.
[She's looking up at him from her crouched position, slow to anger, but easy enough to nettle.]
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[A split second later.] What's in meatloaf, anyway?