"What I'm saying," Cuthbert retorted rather grumpily, "is that you have terrible taste in men, and I refuse to be a part of your frankly insane life choices. I have my own frankly insane life choices to make." Tossing his hair back overdramatically, he turned on his heel and started to stalk towards the practice fields. "Don't start telling me what I feel. I get enough of that bullshit from Alain."
Which wasn't to say that she was wrong. Only that he wished she was. If that wasn't obvious enough from his manner, it could only get more obvious from the way his smile was fading into something much less easy and cheerful. It wasn't quite one of his dark moods, but it certainly wasn't his usual happy-go-lucky approach, either.
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Date: 2015-02-18 11:02 pm (UTC)Which wasn't to say that she was wrong. Only that he wished she was. If that wasn't obvious enough from his manner, it could only get more obvious from the way his smile was fading into something much less easy and cheerful. It wasn't quite one of his dark moods, but it certainly wasn't his usual happy-go-lucky approach, either.