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Post by Franciska on Oct 15, 2012 21:29:35 GMT -6
"I'm not going to tell you because you have no right to know!" She said, quite a bit louder then she intended. The last thing they needed was to wake someone up with their quarreling. Her voice dropped back into a harsh whisper. "How many times do I need to say that before you leave me alone? You're just so--" Fran let out a frustrated sigh and buried her face in her hands. Her muffled voice could still be heard through her fingers. "I really don't know what to do with you."
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 15, 2012 21:38:10 GMT -6
For once he didn’t have a witty response; instead he grabbed his coffee by the handle and took a generous sip. It hadn’t cooled enough yet, but he was more than used to the burn by that point to care. Catching a single glance at Fran’s frustrated posture made him look down at his cup, steam rising past him and up into the fluorescent lights. He attempted to hold his grin, taking in a deep breath as if to say something. Nothing particularly special came to him after a moment of hesitation.
"I'm just so what? Frustrating? Terrible? I've heard it all before." He gestured nonchalantly. "Why don't you surprise me for once?"
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Post by Franciska on Oct 16, 2012 19:26:16 GMT -6
How could she even put her feelings toward him into words? Frustrating? Yes. Terrible? Yes. He was all of those things and so much more. How could she be expected to express how unreasonably furious everything he did made her? Or how much she despised his careless demeanor and his near complete lack of compassion? Maybe there were just no words for that kind of loathing.
Fran grabbed the mug of in front of her and in one swift motion, threw the cold coffee right in Zacharie's face. The mug fell to the table, landing on its side with a hollow thunk. The color drained from her face. Sweet Mother of God what did you just do. She clamped a hand over her mouth. No no no this is not what she meant to do at all; she just wanted tell his he was an ass and demand that he leave, not...this
Her first instinct was to bolt, but panic kept her glued to her chair. So she sat motionless, locked in a state of wide-eyed horror, awaiting the rage that was surely coming her way.
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 16, 2012 19:59:53 GMT -6
Zacharie was about to add more insult to injury, but before he could even open begin to speak he was suddenly covered in cold coffee. It happened so quickly and unexpectedly that he wasn’t quite sure how to react at first. He sat for just a second, his instincts were quick enough to tell him to wince so none of it would go into his face, but… he was certainly lucky that it was not hot.
With his shoulders nearly hunched over his hanging head, he brought up his hands and ran them over his face to wipe off what he could. The smell of over-sweetened coffee was invading his senses, it was beginning to make him sick. He looked down at his ruined suit, flicking his wrists a few times in a continued attempt to get coffee off him, but it was no use. Within two seconds of the spill he took in a deep breath and exhaled, eyebrows furrowed and frowning deeply.
“You… you impudent…” He began to grumble, getting up from the table quickly he wiped his face a second time. “You are a horrid bitch, did you know that!?” Zacharie raised his voice a bit, reaching quickly for a kitchen towel hanging off the near-by fridge. “Did you want me to leave so badly that… you… UGH!” He couldn’t contain his rage. He simply turned and threw the dish towel to the ground, glaring right at Fran with a spark of anger that was rarely seen in him.
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Post by Franciska on Oct 16, 2012 20:46:55 GMT -6
Fran instinctively flinched when he stood up, only to relax when he reached for a towel instead of her throat. Choking back a reflexive apology, she chose to make it worse instead.
"Oh don't act like you didn't deserve it! The only reason you're here is to torment me and you know it!" Despite her best efforts, her fury still paled in comparison to his. It was hard to come up with a counter argument when she really felt like a horrid bitch. Yes, dumping a mug of coffee in a teammate's face, that just screamed 'professional'. She slid from her chair and stood to face him. Dark liquid dripped from his soaked hair onto his clothes, adding yet another suit to a growing list of casualties.
In truth, Fran was more afraid of what others would think of her actions after the fact than what Zacharie thought of her right now. As they stared each other down, the tension growing suffocatingly thick, all she could focus on was how dearly she wished the coffee had been hot.
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 16, 2012 21:15:32 GMT -6
“And now you are just as bad for ruining another one of my suits with that fit of childishness!” He raised his voice a bit more, taking a single step towards Fran. “I was about to leave, but no.” Zacharie pointed at her, shaking a bit. “You… you are real piece of work.” His voice descended into a bit of an uneasy chuckle. It wasn’t quite like the insult like he tossed at her earlier, but the sentence had a bit of weight to it, a meaning he didn’t quite reveal.
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Post by Franciska on Oct 16, 2012 21:33:17 GMT -6
"Hmph. I could certainly say the same of you." She felt a surge of dread as he came a step closer, but she held her ground nonetheless. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. That ghost of a chuckle tacked on at the end of his words. What did a furious, coffee-soaked spy have to laugh about? Fran scowled at the idea of him finding anything about this situation amusing. She liked it better when he was enraged; at least then she knew she was having an effect on him at all.
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Post by Zacharie on Oct 16, 2012 22:04:31 GMT -6
He wanted to desperately to just say something that would destroy her in that moment, but he couldn’t. The sickeningly sweet smell of the coffee was starting to get to him, pretty badly in fact. He looked down at his suit, his white shirt was completely stained. It was really like the whole base was out to ruin his entire wardrobe at this point. Taking a deep breath, filled with the aroma of that sweet coffee still, Zacharie made an offensive gesture at her as a simple final response.
“I am done wasting my time with you.” The spy said, quickly attempting to making his way past her. Even though she was in no way blocking his path he made sure to give her a little push as he passed.
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Post by Franciska on Oct 16, 2012 22:34:56 GMT -6
"Tch. That is just wonderful because I have had more than enough of your shit for one night." The curse felt clumsy on her tongue, but she was angry enough that it felt right in the moment. Fran turned her nose up at his indecent parting gesture and stumbled backwards a few steps as he shoved her. She scoffed as he departed in a huff. Some gentleman...
She looked back to the table. The papers were all dotted brown from the splash of coffee. Whatever. It's not like she was ever going to finish any paperwork tonight anyway.
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