[ He's had time past his initial foolish impulse to think on it, to mull it over with his better half, and now they want to know why. ]
Iris means you no real harm, and her offense is sharp, but men of our stature should be able to handle the nattering of one woman. And she does natter. God, does she.
I understand pride. I've hurt men for less. But here, it seems... meaningless, the longer we engage it. Tiring.
[ He takes a drag, smoke slipping through the gap in his cheek, though most of it makes it down into his lungs. ]
Or maybe that's just our black mood talking. The mirror told us harsh truths, and we have found little pleasure since.
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[ He's had time past his initial foolish impulse to think on it, to mull it over with his better half, and now they want to know why. ]
Iris means you no real harm, and her offense is sharp, but men of our stature should be able to handle the nattering of one woman. And she does natter. God, does she.
I understand pride. I've hurt men for less. But here, it seems... meaningless, the longer we engage it. Tiring.
[ He takes a drag, smoke slipping through the gap in his cheek, though most of it makes it down into his lungs. ]
Or maybe that's just our black mood talking. The mirror told us harsh truths, and we have found little pleasure since.