He froze in place for a second, trying to take in her words fully and correctly before letting his mind react to this perfect stranger. It was on the floor (which, it wasn't, they were in a bag, meaning that they didn't touch the floor) so he should get a new one, but apparently she believed that he would eat things off a dirty floor.
Wow. What a bloody bitch.
"I have no idea what you think gives you the right to speak to me that way," Sebastian said quickly, not stopping his shoulders and head from moving along with his tone and words. He was over all a very happy, fun loving guy, but his temper was shorter than a matchstick, and this bint had no reason other than just being, well, a bint to even speak to him---and here he thought he was being friendly,
"But I suggest you get off your high horse before you cause some real trouble." Sebastian scoffed and shook his head, beginning to maneuver his belongings again. Imagine if she ran into some death eater who was thirsty; there was no way they'd take kindly to her tone.
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