She's tired. She's tired all the same and she's been trying rather desperately not to be irrationally upset (With herself? With him? With everything else? She's not precisely certain.) with no real amount of success. She doesn't even listen to herself anymore.
She's been an absolute moron, thinking that this was all okay.
It's distinctly not okay.
"I'm terribly sorry that your nap wasn't finished," she doesn't bother making half as much of an effort to mask her irritation. She sees no real point - he already knows that she's irritated. "But unless you want to remain here for the rest of eternity and be ravished by the town harpies come morning, I would suggest leaving in a timely manner."
A low mutter, she hates people.
"Though I'm certain that your pastry would still want you had your virtue is sullied by miserable fawning females."
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Date: 2007-07-16 03:46 am (UTC)She's been an absolute moron, thinking that this was all okay.
It's distinctly not okay.
"I'm terribly sorry that your nap wasn't finished," she doesn't bother making half as much of an effort to mask her irritation. She sees no real point - he already knows that she's irritated. "But unless you want to remain here for the rest of eternity and be ravished by the town harpies come morning, I would suggest leaving in a timely manner."
A low mutter, she hates people.
"Though I'm certain that your pastry would still want you had your virtue is sullied by miserable fawning females."