[Cadence roughly slides her chair in, gripping her purse straps tightly in her other hand.]
Again, I. doubt. it. I don't know what sort of little klepto-hoard you've made for yourself, but amassing a pile of mail-order gold coins does not cement your place in my industry.
[She actually wants to return to this store dammit; in an attempt to avoid a scene she heads out the door out towards the street, heading...somewhere, anywhere that isn't at that stupid table with him.]
[ Clyteus' smirk falls as he jogs forward to try and help before she snaps at him, to which he puts up his hands defensively. ]
If I'm that fucking repulsive I'll go!
[ Given the number of eyes she's drawing now he doesn't have much of a choice. The dragon turns to stalk off, but pulls out his wallet and (wincing) pulls out a Benjamin and holds it out to her. ]
[Cadence's glare flits from the shoes, to the bill, back to the shoes, and finally resting on him. She shoves her broken heels into his arms to catch, snatching the Benjamin out from between his fingers with her free hand.]
$100? Really? I don't shop at JC Penny. This pair was $360.
[She'd be lying if she said she didn't get a weird sick satisfaction from watching him squirm over her opinion of him.
He wasn't a beau-made-meal, but maybe not a complete waste of time either.]
...Buy me a new pair. Bring them to dinner tonight. Same color, same size, or you'll wish I had used that heel to dig out your eyes like a melon baller.
[ Clay takes one hand to grab them both by the foot holes, letting them dangle from his fingers he debates asking if he can have the money back if he's buying new ones anyway- but bites his tongue. Literally. It hurts a bit. If anything he turns the would-be flinch into a small smile of relief and triumph. ]
How does The View sound? [ Picking the most chic (and expensive) stop in Manhattan he can think of within the past ten seconds. ]
[ She gives him a joyless smile that's more a movement of her lips than anything else; it's gone as soon as it came. She sighs, back to being unimpressed.]
Cliche, but I guess that's the best you can do. I'll be there at eight. I don't wait, am I clear?
[Shes already pulling out her phone, putting the reminder into her calendar with the same sort of disinterest she'd give a dental appointment.]
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Again, I. doubt. it. I don't know what sort of little klepto-hoard you've made for yourself, but amassing a pile of mail-order gold coins does not cement your place in my industry.
[She actually wants to return to this store dammit; in an attempt to avoid a scene she heads out the door out towards the street, heading...somewhere, anywhere that isn't at that stupid table with him.]
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I'm not letting you sneak away this time. [ He calls after her. ]
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It's not sneaking if I'm very deliberately telling you to fuck off!
[Cadence stomps so hard her heels breaks and she topples for second, bracing herself on the side of building with one arm.]
Oh, you have got to be fucking kiddi--
[She wheels back around to wave her broken shoe at him.]
Are you fucking happy?! These were new!
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If I'm that fucking repulsive I'll go!
[ Given the number of eyes she's drawing now he doesn't have much of a choice. The dragon turns to stalk off, but pulls out his wallet and (wincing) pulls out a Benjamin and holds it out to her. ]
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$100? Really? I don't shop at JC Penny. This pair was $360.
[She'd be lying if she said she didn't get a weird sick satisfaction from watching him squirm over her opinion of him.
He wasn't a beau-made-meal, but maybe not a complete waste of time either.]
...Buy me a new pair. Bring them to dinner tonight. Same color, same size, or you'll wish I had used that heel to dig out your eyes like a melon baller.
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How does The View sound? [ Picking the most chic (and expensive) stop in Manhattan he can think of within the past ten seconds. ]
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Cliche, but I guess that's the best you can do. I'll be there at eight. I don't wait, am I clear?
[Shes already pulling out her phone, putting the reminder into her calendar with the same sort of disinterest she'd give a dental appointment.]
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[ Lifting the shoes toward her like a salute as he takes a step backward toward his office to start looking for these damned pieces of footwear. ]
See you later, Cadence.