He resisted the urge to open his mouth while she was speaking, knowing that he'd probably just end up closing it dumbly (it had happened a handful of times already, for the most part with Franzy, so he had experience on his side this time).
He crossed his arms over his chest and puffed out a little, quite pleased with her words.
"Fine, fair enough. Were you actually going to marry that skinny puppet-thing?" His eyes were like soulless black beads.
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