[he would do less harm by simply slapping her at this rate. Cecelia draws and holds her next breath throughout, almost counter to him exhaling, and fixes him with a hard stare, stubbornly forcing herself to face forward when it would be far, far more comfortable to look elsewhere.
this is irritating. mortifying. and, frustratingly enough, not even the first time she's heard appeals like this.
it's just a different voice this time.
it's over fast enough, though, and he finally meets her stony stare.]
...I've heard you. And if there's no more, we can carry on.
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this is irritating. mortifying. and, frustratingly enough, not even the first time she's heard appeals like this.
it's just a different voice this time.
it's over fast enough, though, and he finally meets her stony stare.]
...I've heard you. And if there's no more, we can carry on.