[ she deposits his clothes — and her own shoes — on a pew and turns away from him then and makes the call, standing off to the side of the temple, far enough to avoid intruding upon any of the faithful's visitations. ]
( it's the dismissiveness that really gets under his skin, it turns out. more than the bitterness and the sniping. the ever-present — and entirely juvenile — need to make a point.
the only person alive that has rankled him this much has been malyen oretsev, with his utter determination not to die like he was supposed to. )
I thought people staring was the whole point.
( dressing is not the leisurely, considered affair it generally is. as blasé as he's presently being, he actually has no desire to make the journey back to the house naked. )
[ she hangs up on the driver, narrowing her eyes. he's certainly taking her time. there is still the festival to walk back through to a street where they can be picked up, that hasn't been cordoned off for pedestrians. maybe it'd be appropriate to make him remain naked at least that long. ]
[ for a moment, it tempts her. not for the reasons he'd like. but she can too easily imagine charging over to tear them off, destroying the very clothes she'd bought for him. but he isn't worth it.
so instead, she grits her teeth. ]
Get. Dressed.
[ she turns from him then, taking his compliance for granted, and exits the temple. ]
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[ she deposits his clothes — and her own shoes — on a pew and turns away from him then and makes the call, standing off to the side of the temple, far enough to avoid intruding upon any of the faithful's visitations. ]
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the only person alive that has rankled him this much has been malyen oretsev, with his utter determination not to die like he was supposed to. )
I thought people staring was the whole point.
( dressing is not the leisurely, considered affair it generally is. as blasé
as he's presently being, he actually has no desire to make the journey back to the house naked. )
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[ she hangs up on the driver, narrowing her eyes. he's certainly taking her time. there is still the festival to walk back through to a street where they can be picked up, that hasn't been cordoned off for pedestrians. maybe it'd be appropriate to make him remain naked at least that long. ]
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( because that's the only way that will happen, he promises in tone if not word. )
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so instead, she grits her teeth. ]
Get. Dressed.
[ she turns from him then, taking his compliance for granted, and exits the temple. ]