Gladiators :: [Antoinette/Descartes Blitz]
Feb 28, 2014 17:48:27 GMT -5
Post by L△LIA on Feb 28, 2014 17:48:27 GMT -5
"Pass the potatoes." There is no please, no question mark. This is the deadpan voice of tedious boredom and the only thing saving you from wanting to kill yourself just so something will feel like it's happening, is the satisfaction of knowing how annoyed dear sister Idris will be that you not only demanded instead of asked for the seemingly innocuous potatoes, but that you couldn't even be bothered to be polite about it. The genius in tactics like this is how neither your father nor your new step-mother realize even for a moment the kind of war games being played out before them. Tonight the dinner table has already been declared a battlefield and you're not one for taking prisoners. These are not the eyes of pity, despite the targets laid out before you being siblings instead of strangers, be it step or otherwise. There will be blood in exchange for your boredom, even if it matches what runs in your own veins. Before Idris has the opportunity to call you out for being a fucking suckbag or whichever incredibly witty remark she's loaded her trigger-happy machine gun of a mouth with in retribution for your petty needling, you've already decided it's time to go big or go home. Seeing as you're already home, that only leaves you with one option. "Lyulf, you should have invited your new friend from school over to dinner." You don't dislike your little brother, despite the fact that you saw an upperclassman beating the shit out of him in the hallways earlier today and kept on walking, because you weren't in the mood to dirty your knuckles. Besides, Idris was only a couple steps behind you and there was a strange logic in the back of your mind reassuring you that it would have been twice as cruel to deprive her of her favorite past time which, funny enough, seems to be something of a shared hobby between her and Lyulf's new friend. "How many times has mother mentioned that she'd love to meet all of our friends?" Despite the deceptive phrasing, this also is not actually a question and there's certainly nothing polite about it. |