*There's a half-hearted, only-almost attempt at something snide and boorish. A near muttering of at least I came at all that never quite manages to fit through the crooked, triangular holes between his top and bottom teeth. After all, the key to a good lie, the really hurtful sort, is something vaguely likely. Instead, there's only an unaffected grunt, ineloquent and inadequate and only expected.
He comes to halt just slightly off to her left, as if refusing to sit will make any of this go faster.*
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Date: 2011-11-10 04:03 am (UTC)He comes to halt just slightly off to her left, as if refusing to sit will make any of this go faster.*