So he's offended her. Charles feels the briefest flicker of shame - be polite, be courteous, be kind - before it's swallowed up by something else. Bitterness. Panic. Agony. He snorts, taking another sip of his drink, practically ignoring the girl. Even when he speaks, he doesn't look at her. )
Mm. Funny. But you're right. You're definitely not what I'm looking for right now.
( His life is spiralling out of control and he doesn't know what's happening. Is Raven okay? Christ. )
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So he's offended her. Charles feels the briefest flicker of shame - be polite, be courteous, be kind - before it's swallowed up by something else. Bitterness. Panic. Agony. He snorts, taking another sip of his drink, practically ignoring the girl. Even when he speaks, he doesn't look at her. )
Mm. Funny. But you're right. You're definitely not what I'm looking for right now.
( His life is spiralling out of control and he doesn't know what's happening. Is Raven okay? Christ. )
I just came here to drink.