"Oh well I don't like him," her voice is clear and decisive as she screws up her face in gentle protest.
"He's not very nice. And he's sneaky. I don't like sneaky."
It's much more than simply that of course, and his admission paints a much more vivid picture than the one she's commenting on. It's almost like she might have an air of tact. Don't go telling people, she has a reputation to uphold after all.
"Well it'd be silly for me to tell you that was a bad idea because I'm sure you know that already don't you." A statement more than a question. She can see from the heaviness in his eyes that it weighs upon him, and that's just as telling as anything else.
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"He's not very nice. And he's sneaky. I don't like sneaky."
It's much more than simply that of course, and his admission paints a much more vivid picture than the one she's commenting on. It's almost like she might have an air of tact. Don't go telling people, she has a reputation to uphold after all.
"Well it'd be silly for me to tell you that was a bad idea because I'm sure you know that already don't you." A statement more than a question. She can see from the heaviness in his eyes that it weighs upon him, and that's just as telling as anything else.