He let me go on and on about my brilliant ideas for the Arch's next epic play, only for him to brush me off with that fake little smile that clearly suggested he thought himself better than me.
I know that smile. I perfected that smile. Do you think just anyone can forge their way into becoming best friends with Joan Crawford? No. That takes well practiced tolerance in one's facial expressions. It is a prime survival skill.
And he used it on me like I was a child for him to pat on the head and send me on my way.
[ phew. text or not, she needs to take a breath. clearly, this sort of thing gets to her easily. ]
So what exactly are we supposed to do? We're not getting involved in this fight, right? I would assume we just need to figure out which one of these groups has the orb and be done with it. I mean, are we actually any closer to getting that answer?
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I know that smile. I perfected that smile. Do you think just anyone can forge their way into becoming best friends with Joan Crawford? No. That takes well practiced tolerance in one's facial expressions. It is a prime survival skill.
And he used it on me like I was a child for him to pat on the head and send me on my way.
[ phew. text or not, she needs to take a breath. clearly, this sort of thing gets to her easily. ]
So what exactly are we supposed to do? We're not getting involved in this fight, right? I would assume we just need to figure out which one of these groups has the orb and be done with it. I mean, are we actually any closer to getting that answer?