[ She limps back over to him, granted at an alternating pace, evenness not being something easily attained with broken limbs being dragged behind oneself. Pausing right in front of him, she is, for all essential purposes, basically in his face at this moment, disbelief contorting with a resignation colored by intense sarcasm that is one of her only defenses against how she might actually be more and more unnerved the clearer it becomes to her that people simply are not recognizing her for what she is.]
Yes, you clodpoll. The star.
[ Her brow raises emphatically, head turning just a degree to sort of indicate humoring. ]
And there is no one here, for whatever reason, right now, apart from you, and me.
[ Another pointed look, well, she sends it his way. ]
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Date: 2009-09-15 03:03 am (UTC)Yes, you clodpoll. The star.
[ Her brow raises emphatically, head turning just a degree to sort of indicate humoring. ]
And there is no one here, for whatever reason, right now, apart from you, and me.
[ Another pointed look, well, she sends it his way. ]