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[prosopopoeia]

[ Marie Delacroix has picked the worst possible night to decide that she's taking herself out for drinks. Isolated in a lab all day, only going home to change her clothes, she's missed all of the warning signs.

All she wants is a gin and tonic and a cigarette.

That's all she wants, and upon achieving this lofty goal unfortunately finds herself in the arms of her neighbor. The whole situation moves from elated to irritating and despite being the one to make the first move, her drink ends up in the man's face while she snatches up her cigarettes and leaves. ]



[[ooc; come to me, polywogs.]]

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[worldofourown]

If you insist.

[ He bows in unmistakable mockery of courtly reverence. Smirk in place. ]

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[GOD DAMN IT, KARL. She would literally rather slit her own throat than kiss you.]

[worldofourown]

[ Oh, Marie~ ]

[ Whatever are you doing? ]

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[Kissing him. More extensively than she can physically tolerate, and she's squirming with her hands braced against his shoulders because she wants this to stop now.]

[worldofourown]

[ Let her have the kiss. He'll stay perfectly still. All the better to enjoy her torment. ]

[ Once she's done, he runs a tongue slowly over his upper-lip. ]

Was it good for you too~?

[ Sometimes cliches are the best mockery. ]

[prosopopoeia]

[The slap is pretty inevitable.]

[worldofourown]

[ So is his smirk. ]

Have a nice evening, Mademoiselle.

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[Fuck off and die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.]

[worldofourown]

[ If it's any consolation, you weren't bad. ]

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