he looks so smug as his eyes get to her, but it brings out no EMBARRASSMENT, only annoyance.   she would love to take him by the back of his neck like a dumb kitten and body slam mercilessly like a demon only could.   ❛ look at you.   can’t even say ‘daddy issues’ in the same breath. ❜   a brow up, head tilts.   now she’s the one wearing a smile, although it’s a little pitiful.   ❛ what’s your name again——kebab ?   doesn’t matter.   you may go on your merry way, or i can barbecue your head and serve with with a side of some french fries. ❜  in her hell it would be a most wanted delicacy and consequences be damned, she’s quite tempted to do just that.

       

she pauses, gaze turning towards their audience   —   she has lost her inspiration to play with her food, thus she grabs the bible turned to her in one of the human’s hands and gives a good beating with it ( ha !   she’s always been a fan of tasteful irony ) before throwing the book away. ❛ so ?   what it’s going to be, daddy’s boy ? ❜

_{❛ oh, i just came for the show. ❜ among other things, but if she didn’t want him here? too damn bad – he wasn’t in the mood to deal with leaving. well, not for the moment at least, and he wanted to honestly have some amusement.}

_{so, if that meant possibly steeping on her toes? so be it. ❛ please, do go on.  ❜ it was his own way of saying he wasn’t leaving. at least anytime soon as he moved to grab a drink off of a table. ❛ i’d love to see you in action; unless, you have a problem with me being around. ❜ he took a drink. ❛ if so? tough luck. ❜}