So….
dark-water-berthier:
crimson-vanity:
dark-water-berthier:
crimson-vanity:
“Would any of you kind,” <Pathetic.> “human beings,” <Or whatever excuse of a thing you are.> “like to entertain me?”
“Honey… asking people to entertain you is kind of sad isn’t it?”
“It is if they are anything like what I’m looking at.” Ptilol turned her gaze in the direction of the person speaking to her. “When you’re standing on such a high pedestal looking down.” <Looking down on people as low as you.> “Others should come to you. Not the other way around.” <You clearly don’t have the status to be asking for others to come to you. With a look like that, why would an animal even come near you? If I was a cat, I would rather sleep in a dumpster than in your lap. I’m sure it would be cleaner.> She cast a fake smile in her direction. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that would you? You should only make comments like that when there is room for them. I really don’t see any.” <Especially for you.>
She smiled at Ptilol, really pretending to ignore such simply unnecessary commentaries.
“You are right. I am not a court’s fool to waste my time entertaining the royalty. I don’t see any around you too. Isn’t it curious, dear?”
“The only thing I am finding curious is why you are so adamant about my status when you decided to speak to me in the first place.” She nodded a few times. “That is very curious, wouldn’t you say?” She gave a smug giggle and placed a hand on her hip. “Speaking of royalty, I would say that with your chosen words, you posses at least some degree of intelligence.” She tilted her head. “Tell me….dear….What is your profession?”
So….
dark-water-berthier:
crimson-vanity:
“Would any of you kind,” <Pathetic.> “human beings,” <Or whatever excuse of a thing you are.> “like to entertain me?”
“Honey… asking people to entertain you is kind of sad isn’t it?”
“It is if they are anything like what I’m looking at.” Ptilol turned her gaze in the direction of the person speaking to her. “When you’re standing on such a high pedestal looking down.” <Looking down on people as low as you.> “Others should come to you. Not the other way around.” <You clearly don’t have the status to be asking for others to come to you. With a look like that, why would an animal even come near you? If I was a cat, I would rather sleep in a dumpster than in your lap. I’m sure it would be cleaner.> She cast a fake smile in her direction. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that would you? You should only make comments like that when there is room for them. I really don’t see any.” <Especially for you.>
So….
crimson-vanity:
“Would any of you kind,” <Pathetic.> “human beings,” <Or whatever excuse of a thing you are.> “like to entertain me?”
So….
“Would any of you kind,” <Pathetic.> “human beings,” <Or whatever excuse of a thing you are.> “like to entertain me?”
Oh yes, that’s right where are my manners?
“I have numerous degrees. I’m sure it’s above the likes of you.” She smiled another fake smile.
Seiya rose an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”
This woman was beautiful but surely she was just rude.
“I mean I’m positive that you can’t begin to truly appreciate my research. But I’m sure you already know that.” Ptilol leaned her head to the side some. <Does she not get that she is below my genius intellect?>
(Source: crimson-vanity)
Oh yes, that’s right where are my manners?
“Dr. Eden Dubois…..How nice to meet you….” She gave a somewhat fake smile and extended her hand. <Ugh, these people….>
Seiya shook hands with her and smiled.
“Seiya Kou. Good to meet you. Dr? What kind of doctor?”
“I have numerous degrees. I’m sure it’s above the likes of you.” She smiled another fake smile.
(Source: crimson-vanity)
Oh yes, that’s right where are my manners?
star-fighter-make-up:
crimson-vanity:
star-fighter-make-up:
crimson-vanity:
“I have people to greet.” <None of you come even remotely close to being on my level.> “So nice to meet you.”
“Have we met yet?”
“You’re that famous musician right?” <I never liked your music.>
“Yes I am. Who are you?”
“Dr. Eden Dubois…..How nice to meet you….” She gave a somewhat fake smile and extended her hand. <Ugh, these people….>
Oh yes, that’s right where are my manners?
star-fighter-make-up:
crimson-vanity:
“I have people to greet.” <None of you come even remotely close to being on my level.> “So nice to meet you.”
“Have we met yet?”
“You’re that famous musician right?” <I never liked your music.>
Oh yes, that’s right where are my manners?
“I have people to greet.” <None of you come even remotely close to being on my level.> “So nice to meet you.”
