the sarcastic arch of a brow only lasts a few fleeting, meaningless seconds — because cellar does ani the favor of bulldozing past the bullshit of pleasantries, and into the thick of it. not that the answers bring clarity — it's like, in england, but not has to be the most infuriating riddle she's ever heard — but it's a step above someone else impressing polite manners on her. another reminder of just what a class act they think she is, like trash littering not-england's bizarre dollhouse.
her expression warps, twists itself into baffled creases. (worryingly, the pinch of a sharp nail in the crease of her elbow doesn't shock her into consciousness.) an expulsion of breath punches out of her, suddenly, in a whisper of delirious laughter. )
You mean like, Alice in Wonderland kinda magic? Or are we talkin' pulling bunnies outta hats? 'Cause whatever it is, I'm not high enough for this shit.
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the sarcastic arch of a brow only lasts a few fleeting, meaningless seconds — because cellar does ani the favor of bulldozing past the bullshit of pleasantries, and into the thick of it. not that the answers bring clarity — it's like, in england, but not has to be the most infuriating riddle she's ever heard — but it's a step above someone else impressing polite manners on her. another reminder of just what a class act they think she is, like trash littering not-england's bizarre dollhouse.
her expression warps, twists itself into baffled creases. (worryingly, the pinch of a sharp nail in the crease of her elbow doesn't shock her into consciousness.) an expulsion of breath punches out of her, suddenly, in a whisper of delirious laughter. )
You mean like, Alice in Wonderland kinda magic? Or are we talkin' pulling bunnies outta hats? 'Cause whatever it is, I'm not high enough for this shit.