The cruel jab swells up in their throat like bile, and they smile wider, wider, forcing it down with the impossible upward curve of the edges of their lips. They say it with such certainty, so used to their every word becoming law. They set the rules. The play the game and beat it, and they delineate every rule they like. That's simply how it is with them, is it not?
Of course it is.
At the very least, they have stopped. Stopped dead, even.
Ha ha.
Their tone is bright and disarmingly chipper, syrup-sweet. "If you say so, I suppose!"
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The cruel jab swells up in their throat like bile, and they smile wider, wider, forcing it down with the impossible upward curve of the edges of their lips. They say it with such certainty, so used to their every word becoming law. They set the rules. The play the game and beat it, and they delineate every rule they like. That's simply how it is with them, is it not?
Of course it is.
At the very least, they have stopped. Stopped dead, even.
Ha ha.
Their tone is bright and disarmingly chipper, syrup-sweet. "If you say so, I suppose!"