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[anangryinch]

[Thistle's in a bad mood, not that it'd be easy to tell one of her bad moods from her good moods. She's lounging in an armchair in the study and sharpening a throwing knife. When she's satisfied, she flings it at the entrance.

Should you happen to walk in at this moment, this will probably sail uncomfortably close to your head and land with a loud thwack as it's embedded in the door frame.]

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[dearkaiserin]

...

I'm not demonstrating this for you.

On you, maybe. But I doubt you're inclined.

[anangryinch]

There's nothing to demonstrate!

[Yeah, she just looks kind of weirded out.]

I have resigned myself to leading a sexless existence. I don't need your lies.

[and by accepted i mean i'm angry and frustrated like all the time]

[dearkaiserin]

...hah. Have fun with your denial, then.

[She spins on her heel to face the door. If you're going to be stubborn...]

If you won't deliver I'll find someone who will.

[anangryinch]

[is red really that much better than me

really]

[She watches her go, still looking baffled.

She mutters about crazy women and goes back to sharpening. >:T]