Sphinx files her nails as she spews her justifications.
Skeeter doesn’t mind, so long as she cleans up after herself.
Literally and figuratively.
“This is bullshit.”
She looks up, only playing at surprise.
“Yeah.”
He yawns.
“I mean, not like I care, y’know? But it is.”
She doesn’t even glance at him this time, instead working determinedly at changing the shape of her pinky nail from square to round.
“I know. You don’t care about anything.”
He can’t argue, so he throws a shrug her way.
Lady has a point.
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