1) β @hauntedsleuth
[ Marcille is currently delivering a swift kick to the reagentβs ribs with her boot, quite unceremoniously too. She doesnβt even look like sheβs having fun. This trial had dragged on long enough, and she was growing sick of looking at his face. ]
[ She canβt help the laugh that his exasperation pulls from her, a gloved hand hovering over her mouth doing jack-all to obscure the sound. ]
What do you think? Youβre a doctor, no? A smart man like you can figure it out.
Itβs funny. Hilarious, actually.
These scientistsβ coats are so thick that I put my cigarettes out on them as they pass me and they donβt even bat an eye.
Either that or theyβre in their own little worlds. Doesnβt matter much to me, in the end.
New York was fun, but what I miss was my time in Vegas. So terribly brief. What an electrifying city. Those people were so eager to hand over their lives to see just the inside of a casino floor. Oddio. Makes my stomach do flips just thinking about it.
@bIacksites Nonsense.
[ She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth in mild disapproval before delivering a swift, reassuring pat to the doctorβs arm. She then hooks her arm around hers properly, smiling. ]
Why insist on making things more difficult?
[ Her brow twitches. He just couldnβt keep that last comment to himself. Before she spits back at him, however, she takes a moment to collect herself. ]
You must be mistaken. I have no fondness for Americans. I speak to their wallets, not their faces. Do you understand?
β β β ha! weak-willed? my. i see licking american boots all day has gotten to your brains. how disappointing. your country is so divided.
β β β [ a roll of his eyes. ]
Fancy yourself a soldier? Hahaha. Calmati, Iβm kidding with you. Weβre allies, no?
[ She holds her hands out placatingly, palms up. Thereβs a small smile dancing on her lips. ]