[font=times new roman][color=white]Sometimes Saskia, the saskia writing this that was, wondered what would happen if she created a self-interest. How it might end up differing from her or not, and if it would be as air headed, tongue tied, and vaguely narcissistic as herself. She was unsure if she'd ever be able to play her bad traits properly, or as a contrast if she would be able to get her good traits showing up. Anyway, self inserts were scary and something nearly totally irrelevant to the situation.
Escudo was getting a kick out of mentally mocking this new primadonna on the block mentally, and now as he strolled over would probably be his chance to mock out loud. He'd been such a goodie two-shoes for a while now, he hadn't been given any targets in which he could justifiably, in his own mind, say what he liked. After the last seizure, that big one, he had been itching for something stupid to do like this.
He'd been getting shorter in his treatment of Nikki, someone who had miraculously managed to escape his enveloping curtain of contempt. Even if her stutter was annoying as fuck, if he was getting irate for her the something was going on.
Perhaps he should just talk about it. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon
"Hullo there princess." His tone was casual, almost monotonous in it's normalcy, no hint of flirtation or of scorn.
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