He won't tell me much, truly. Agron thinks I will ask too many questions if I know a lot. But there, he is wrong. I ask questions I don't know the answer to.
[She smiles acidly.]
So my question, first. Who is really in charge? You or Agron? Or do you take it in turns? One day him and the next you?
[ Oh, interesting. He doubts she's even asking because she really wants to know, she's just pushing to see if she can find any buttons to press. However, impulsive though he can be, James has survived torture. A nosy little sister is nothing. ]
Too many questions will land you into trouble, around here. But then, I'm sure you're intimately familiar with that by now.
[She slides off her bed and walks next door to the living room. On the mantlepiece is a rather large framed portrait of the Creator glaring down his nose, apparently at Eponine.]
I am the Creator's favourite here. He gave me this, see, because I am so good. And it is he who wants to know about how you and Agron fuck and that. He wants to make sure you're being good little boys and playing properly.
[ You know what that portrait is? It's hideous, that's what it is. James blinks a couple of times, actually stunned by it, so much so that Eponine's insistent and shameless prodding goes unanswered for a few seconds. ]
Maybe you like being a good little bitch, but not everyone's the same. If your buddy over there wants to know about the intimate details of my sex life, he can come and ask me in person.
[ The low tone in which he delivers that makes it sound more like a threat than anything. But technically, he didn't say anything. ]
Buddy? He's not my buddy. I hate this man. But he won't stop giving me presents. I think he thinks I'm pretty. Don't you think I'm pretty?
[She shrugs.] It's up to you but I can make whatever I like up about you. I can say you called him a shrivelled-balled ugly man and told him where to shove it, and we'll see what happens to you then.
[ I think you're pretty annoying sits at the tip of his tongue, but the insult takes a backseat when she decides that the right move here is to straight up threaten him. He sits up slightly, not exactly mad but certainly irked by her fucking nerve. Whatever amusement he feels over some girl thinking she can threaten him is drowned out by that. ]
That's not even a decent threat. But here, let me show you: you go on and tell your Creator those lies about me. And we'll see what happens to you then.
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This is just my usual charming self. Didn't he tell you? I'm a real fucking delight.
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[She smiles acidly.]
So my question, first. Who is really in charge? You or Agron? Or do you take it in turns? One day him and the next you?
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Too many questions will land you into trouble, around here. But then, I'm sure you're intimately familiar with that by now.
[ No, he's not going to answer any of that. ]
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[She slides off her bed and walks next door to the living room. On the mantlepiece is a rather large framed portrait of the Creator glaring down his nose, apparently at Eponine.]
I am the Creator's favourite here. He gave me this, see, because I am so good. And it is he who wants to know about how you and Agron fuck and that. He wants to make sure you're being good little boys and playing properly.
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Maybe you like being a good little bitch, but not everyone's the same. If your buddy over there wants to know about the intimate details of my sex life, he can come and ask me in person.
[ The low tone in which he delivers that makes it sound more like a threat than anything. But technically, he didn't say anything. ]
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[She shrugs.] It's up to you but I can make whatever I like up about you. I can say you called him a shrivelled-balled ugly man and told him where to shove it, and we'll see what happens to you then.
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That's not even a decent threat. But here, let me show you: you go on and tell your Creator those lies about me. And we'll see what happens to you then.
[ That's a threat. ]
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I bet your balls are as shrivelled as his.
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He won't even answer that. Just gonna roll his eyes and let out a groan, ending the feed right then and there. ]