Val makes a (by now very familiar) noise of disgust.
"Do not ask me such a thing, mademoiselle." He keeps pushing at Veronique's path, around and around and around the chandelier. "It is unfair and unsporting. I have done as you asked--no, commanded--and said this thing, and so it has been said, and so--"
Déranger leans down to sniff, delicately, at the shape of one of the walls, and sticks her tongue out to lick the line of wine. Val veers Veronique toward her, and Déranger prances back, ears cocked, eyes fixed now on his hand again.
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Date: 2022-07-21 12:02 am (UTC)"Do not ask me such a thing, mademoiselle." He keeps pushing at Veronique's path, around and around and around the chandelier. "It is unfair and unsporting. I have done as you asked--no, commanded--and said this thing, and so it has been said, and so--"
Déranger leans down to sniff, delicately, at the shape of one of the walls, and sticks her tongue out to lick the line of wine. Val veers Veronique toward her, and Déranger prances back, ears cocked, eyes fixed now on his hand again.
"Why good, when you have promised me disgust?"