[ he still can't move and it's pissing him off. but, at least she's not trying to systematically torture him so one bright spot in an otherwise fucked up day. so, he keeps glaring, arms coming up to cross over his chest. ]
Fine. Help me, sweetheart.
[ he will run that fucking name into the ground and it's your own fault, daisy. you told him that was your name and so he's going to make it your name. ]
I'm perfectly relaxed. Not like I can do anything else when you're fucking holding my strings.
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Fine. Help me, sweetheart.
[ he will run that fucking name into the ground and it's your own fault, daisy. you told him that was your name and so he's going to make it your name. ]
I'm perfectly relaxed. Not like I can do anything else when you're fucking holding my strings.