You may ʙεʟɪεʋε that I don't l-o-o-k like much.We shall see if that's the case, once there's an >a-r-r-o-w> lodged >between< your <e-y-e-s<.≪~[ȂȐȦȘӇЄ]~≫
"Well, of course you're not good enough for me, after you slept with the enemy and tried to kill me." Arashe only laughed, seeing as how he thought that this fact was really beyond obvious, and shouldn't need stating. He was with the queen of irritation, though, so he wasn't surprised by this point.
When the woman mentioned her 'usual' tendency to think things over, Arashe had nearly burst into laughter. If he saw her as a hasty, slightly irrational person veering close to the edge of sanity, what did those who were around her for longer think? Maybe she was on some kind of Watch list of crazy townspeople or something? A task for another time, definitely.
Arashe grasped the doorknob, nearly flinging the door open as he let out a sigh. "Obviously, I did more than try. And let's hope you're not beyond help or..." Arashe pulled out his dagger, letting the blade shine in the fleeting sunlight. "...our next meeting may not be so friendly." He re-sheathed the dagger with a slight flourish and walked out the door. He'd hopefully accomplished what he'd intended with this. And even if he didn't, he still had a fun with with that verbal thrashing.
≫~[Elegant Marksman]~≪
I've not been called Sharpshooter for nothing.
I ɧoҏҽ that this display was up to your standards.
Or shall I show you the true meaning of ʄȋɳϵϛϛϵ?
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