𝓜𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙩

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 . . . 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 . 𝓢𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝔁 .

I don't know why, or how I showed up myself. What. Do you want me to leave or something?

What's strange? ( At least that question eased the grumpiness on her expression some, shifting in her seat so that one leg crossed over the other. ) No clue what you're talking about.

( Ah. That comment only made that blush on her cheeks deepen, and that grumpy expression to further grow. She also turned to regard the attendant. ) You're trying to mess with me, aren't you?

( That of course caused Marie's cheeks to redden enough to be noticeable, eyebrows furrowing as she fell silent. At least for a few seconds. ) I'll take what I said back, you know.

( It took her a bit to think up something, anything to say to at least break the silence that typically filled the limousine, eyes darting to regard the blonde the woman in her peripheral. ) …I don't actually think you're annoying.

That makes sense, I suppose. ( She shifted in that designated seat of her's a bit. Was it always this awkward for her talking to someone like Margaret? ) …

So… Any idea where The Nose is? Aren't you usually like, attached to him? Kinda weird to see you here without him.

You're annoying sometimes, you know that? …stupidprettyidiotblondejerk.

I never said that! I just- 𝘜𝘨𝘩！

…. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 is she looking at? 💢

No, she doesn't stare at Margaret when she thinks she isn't looking. Shut up. 💢