Murmured bitterly, each syllable of the word idiot emphasized as though the sharpness might somehow puncture skin, no trace of performative sweetness to be spotted. “Get paid for risking your own neck, next time you think about unsheathing that sword of yours.”
“And you’ve blood in your hair. Just above your eyebrow.” Since he’s not allowed to touch you, sir, he’s making this as petty a note as possible.
He hasn’t left, though. Which is probably a good sign— that is, if his company could ever be considered good by anyone’s standards.
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Murmured bitterly, each syllable of the word idiot emphasized as though the sharpness might somehow puncture skin, no trace of performative sweetness to be spotted. “Get paid for risking your own neck, next time you think about unsheathing that sword of yours.”
“And you’ve blood in your hair. Just above your eyebrow.” Since he’s not allowed to touch you, sir, he’s making this as petty a note as possible.
He hasn’t left, though. Which is probably a good sign— that is, if his company could ever be considered good by anyone’s standards.