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| Veran Clacher | Apr 14 2008, 11:12 PM |
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Veran smiled faintly, letting the proffered hand fall to his side. "I know this is really sudden for you. I'm sorry." He scratched his head, patting the chocolate-colored locks and sending up a powdery cloud of dust. "But refusing help isn't going to make it any better. You're here now, and the Manor won't let you get away...But it's nor bad here, honest!" Tugging the dusting rag from his belt, he stepped around Kat, resolute to clean around her until she was exhausted enough to allow him to do his job. He started at the couch, yanking the cushions off and shaking them out; dust filled the room, settling in both teenager's hair, then brushing it off the back and armrests. As soon as the couch had taken on a recognizable color -- velvety red instead of uniform grey -- he moved on to the shelves, systematically wiping down every trinket in the room. Throughout the entire process, he shot Kat quick glances, gauging the time left until she folded. Finally, after the third shelf sparkled, his own patience wore thin. He folded his thin arms and turned to her, lifting a brow. "Look. Skittles are just going to give you a headache when the sugar rush wears off. You have until I'm done mopping the floor to make your decision: You can either eat what I cook you, or you can have me force-feed you what I cook you. Got it?" He gave her an exasperated look, born from hours of work, and hurried out to grab his mop. |
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