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【"Our dear Deer, what a laughingstock."】
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【On Sabine’s right, leering like a fiend】
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Dami was already at the table, but Nattia soundly ignored him. She slumped forward, her head held up in one hand, as she glared out the window. It was hardly proper table etiquette, but she was too nettled to care. Even when Sabine carried Four into the room, firmly placing the sullen boy in a chair, she barely gave Sabine a thin smile before she was returning Four’s glare, tapping a staccato beat on the table with well-manicured fingertips.
Though she rarely missed a chance to exchange venomous taunts and thinly-veiled glares with Imogen, Nattia only glanced at her as she entered. She heaved a sigh when the saturnine woman rudely heaved her feet onto the table, but was too busy pointedly ignoring Lonan to nag Imogen about it. In any case, these rare household gatherings were a good opportunity to glower at everyone equally, to make sure they all knew they were still in her bad graces. There would be time to spat with Imogen later.
At the shouting from the kitchen, Nattia finally straightened from her sulky slump. She wondered at the short ruckus, but soon dismissed it. Conflict was by no means rare in this household. Still, she was getting bored, which boded well for no one. At last, the last few pets trickled into the room as the table was set with sugary French toast. She regarded each of them coolly. Aedan entered, sitting across from her and next to Four. He greeted the morose little soot bird, but didn’t give Nattia a second glance.
A scowl deepened on her features, but her pout was interrupted when the ever-energetic Indie bounded into the room. She hardly sat down, giving a general greeting, before she stuffed one of the French toast sticks into her mouth. Natalia rolled her eyes at the girl’s blatant lack of manners, even as Nicholas joined them. He greeted the group as well, but Nattia only raised her brows and scoffed at the useless gesture, instead turning her attention to Sabine with a warm smile.
When everyone was settling into eating, she took up her utensils, cutting dainty bites out. Though her expression never betrayed it, she was very much enjoying the breakfast. At least Indigo was useful for something. Imogen mumbled, obviously disgruntled about how sugary it was, and Natalia responded with a smirk, shoveling an unladylike amount of cream on her next bite and eating it with relish. She delicately dabbed her lips with a napkin before moving her sneer back to the rest of the table.
Nattia finished one stick and was just beginning on the other when she noticed the disturbance moving around the table. She paused with the fork midway from her plate as she noted the odd, lewd moans proceeding from the other side of Sabine, out of her view. Four gave several dramatic, choking coughs and Aedan’s previous glazed stare transformed into a look that seemed almost furious. Nattia craned to look around, catching Dami’s last few licks at a now rather ravaged piece of French toast. It was no wonder everyone on that side of the table looked so green. Dami, on the other hand, seemed rather pleased with himself.
Four dashed out, seeming rather off-balance. Aedan soon followed, covering his disgust more gracefully by hastily grabbing empty dishes on his way out. Both Indie and Imogen scolded the lewd man with strongly worded rants, each following Lonan’s example and fleeing when finished. That was quite the mass exodus if she had ever seen one.
She raised any eyebrow, turning to glance at Sabine, wondering how the oblivious demon would take all this. She turned in her seat until she could level a mocking smirk at the Dami.
“How dreadfully obscene,” she said, a measure of amusement in her tone.
Nattia smoothed her fingers against her napkin, breathing deeply to force down the threat of bubbling laughter caused by the suddenness of all the dramatic reactions. The room was suddenly much less crowded, which lightened her mood. Dami did have his ways, she supposed.
“Well, at least our special Dami had his fun ruining everyone’s breakfast. Didn’t you, dear?” she said, her tone honeyed and cloying.
She leaned forward to fleer across at the man. Despite her words, she lifted her fork to her mouth, nonchalantly eating her last delicate piece of French toast. She kept eye contact, her expression as derisive as her words and laugh had been. Perhaps she could even get a rise out of Dami, if she was lucky.
Though she rarely missed a chance to exchange venomous taunts and thinly-veiled glares with Imogen, Nattia only glanced at her as she entered. She heaved a sigh when the saturnine woman rudely heaved her feet onto the table, but was too busy pointedly ignoring Lonan to nag Imogen about it. In any case, these rare household gatherings were a good opportunity to glower at everyone equally, to make sure they all knew they were still in her bad graces. There would be time to spat with Imogen later.
At the shouting from the kitchen, Nattia finally straightened from her sulky slump. She wondered at the short ruckus, but soon dismissed it. Conflict was by no means rare in this household. Still, she was getting bored, which boded well for no one. At last, the last few pets trickled into the room as the table was set with sugary French toast. She regarded each of them coolly. Aedan entered, sitting across from her and next to Four. He greeted the morose little soot bird, but didn’t give Nattia a second glance.
A scowl deepened on her features, but her pout was interrupted when the ever-energetic Indie bounded into the room. She hardly sat down, giving a general greeting, before she stuffed one of the French toast sticks into her mouth. Natalia rolled her eyes at the girl’s blatant lack of manners, even as Nicholas joined them. He greeted the group as well, but Nattia only raised her brows and scoffed at the useless gesture, instead turning her attention to Sabine with a warm smile.
When everyone was settling into eating, she took up her utensils, cutting dainty bites out. Though her expression never betrayed it, she was very much enjoying the breakfast. At least Indigo was useful for something. Imogen mumbled, obviously disgruntled about how sugary it was, and Natalia responded with a smirk, shoveling an unladylike amount of cream on her next bite and eating it with relish. She delicately dabbed her lips with a napkin before moving her sneer back to the rest of the table.
Nattia finished one stick and was just beginning on the other when she noticed the disturbance moving around the table. She paused with the fork midway from her plate as she noted the odd, lewd moans proceeding from the other side of Sabine, out of her view. Four gave several dramatic, choking coughs and Aedan’s previous glazed stare transformed into a look that seemed almost furious. Nattia craned to look around, catching Dami’s last few licks at a now rather ravaged piece of French toast. It was no wonder everyone on that side of the table looked so green. Dami, on the other hand, seemed rather pleased with himself.
Four dashed out, seeming rather off-balance. Aedan soon followed, covering his disgust more gracefully by hastily grabbing empty dishes on his way out. Both Indie and Imogen scolded the lewd man with strongly worded rants, each following Lonan’s example and fleeing when finished. That was quite the mass exodus if she had ever seen one.
She raised any eyebrow, turning to glance at Sabine, wondering how the oblivious demon would take all this. She turned in her seat until she could level a mocking smirk at the Dami.
“How dreadfully obscene,” she said, a measure of amusement in her tone.
Nattia smoothed her fingers against her napkin, breathing deeply to force down the threat of bubbling laughter caused by the suddenness of all the dramatic reactions. The room was suddenly much less crowded, which lightened her mood. Dami did have his ways, she supposed.
“Well, at least our special Dami had his fun ruining everyone’s breakfast. Didn’t you, dear?” she said, her tone honeyed and cloying.
She leaned forward to fleer across at the man. Despite her words, she lifted her fork to her mouth, nonchalantly eating her last delicate piece of French toast. She kept eye contact, her expression as derisive as her words and laugh had been. Perhaps she could even get a rise out of Dami, if she was lucky.