Out of Coffee: Sorry for the touch of bad language. Skelter's not one happy camper.
BIC:
Skelter leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, as cool as a cucumber. The opinions of some stupid little slut meant nothing to her. She watched expressionless as the mud carried on ranting about how she was better than normal mudokons. What lies. If anything, she was worse than scrubs. She could use a haircut too.
“…that’s why you ended up in this dump? Bet the vykkers were sick of you…”
Vykkers, vykkers, vykkers. It seemed as if she managed to fit them into every sentence. Skelter didn’t know what the brat saw in them –she never thought having four arms was an attractive attribute- but if that was all she could come up with, then the argument was getting nowhere.
“…probably couldn’t hold down a job for more than ten minutes before you were out the door, ignorant like you are…”
Suddenly something happened to Skelter. It was as though, deep in the confines of her brain, a mental stitch split. She put one hand over her mouth.
“…it’s a wonder your lips aren’t stitched!”
There was a pause. Skelter’s face was pink, and she was quivering slightly; it sort of looked like she was having a fit. That wasn’t the case, however. Seconds later she gave up trying to contain herself, and started snickering so violently that her entire body shook. What a moron, picking fights with people she didn’t even know! Who the hell did she think she was?
“I’m sorry,” she said, still barely suppressing a laugh, “seriously. Don’t mind me, i’m fine. Just carry on with your little speech, princess, I swear i’m listening. Go on. Enlighten me.” She crossed her arms in mock-calmness. Boy, this was rich. She really wished she’d brought a tape recorder.
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Mola snuck around the trashcan, as quiet as a mouse, without taking his eyes off of Ophelia. If she caught him, he was dead. If he kept running, he was dead. He had no options but to delay the inevitable and hope and pray that his death would be quick and painless.
He crawled under a table and curled up, wimpering.
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