Snippet #2391983

Donatello smirked. The poor thing's delusional. Thinks she's important. He looked at her with pity. "Lewis", He knew of the name. At least he knew of her father. He smiled as she scurried to the spouses like a hungry squirrel. Now Donatello may not be the kindest, but he always maintained his dignity by being sophisticated. He slowly got up from his chair and calmly walked to the stage. After the scene he caused, some people actually stepped out of his way to let him through.Cowards.

He never took the bids seriously. What he would do was first look examine them. He would stop every time he saw someone who looked interesting, then ask random questions to startle them. To most the spouses were items, little trophies to make them look good. The type of things that are best when silent. So allowing them to talk was unusual. He only saw two that were worth speaking to and all had nothing interesting to say. Then he walked to a little boy that looked about 17. He had a face not even a mother could love, and almost every facial feature of a pig. Donatello raised his eyebrows "Now how do they expect to sell you with a face like that?". The boy started to tighten his face to hold back the tears. But Donatello didn't like that, he looked at his tag and held his face up by his chin. "Well James?". He began to sniffle, which led to sobbing. Deep, deep, deep down in his heart, he knew it was cruel. "suck it up kid, not everyone's is going to try to spare your feelings". He looked over to see the other upper class stare at him uncomfortably. So he moved along and looked at the next boy's tags. "So, Emery. What do you think of what I said to little porky over there?"