Go
deep throat
a cactus
Catching Edy’s glance, Wessex purses her lips and comes out with it. “I agree with Edy on most points, but I’m not inclined to say yes. You came in with a shitty attitude, trying to dictate what would happen. Done nothing but insult and ignore me. Who’s to say that won’t continue to happen? If we can find a way to work together, great, I’ll say yes. But I haven’t seen much that says we can.” Which means they either need to get it all out in the open or forever hold their peace.
Folding her arms languidly across her chest, she flashes the not-teengager a look that she hopes says, let this play out, and leans back in her chair. “So. What’s your problem with me?” Like adults, right? They even have wine, somewhere with the food on the back table. Wessex won’t be partaking, for obvious reasons, but with an expectant look towards Ronin, she gives him the proverbial floor and an olive branch. If they can hash this out here and now, all the better. Then they can get back to work.
Folding her arms languidly across her chest, she flashes the not-teengager a look that she hopes says, let this play out, and leans back in her chair. “So. What’s your problem with me?” Like adults, right? They even have wine, somewhere with the food on the back table. Wessex won’t be partaking, for obvious reasons, but with an expectant look towards Ronin, she gives him the proverbial floor and an olive branch. If they can hash this out here and now, all the better. Then they can get back to work.
