“Thank you for the food” said Sara softly to Nina before she took her contract.
She was in the process of reading it over when Chronus threw another temper tantrum. She shook her head slightly and looked back down at her contract; only half listening to him as he went on his stupid tirade. In Sara's point of view she lost all potential respect for him. The near brawl reminded her of drunken street folk fighting for no conceivable reason; something she saw all the time but at least they had alcohol to blame. How childish Chronus was acting for a grown ass man was ridiculous. The other one wasn't all that much better, his virtue being that he shut up rather quickly. She bit back an acidic comment...strongly wanting to tell both of them to just pull their dicks out and measure so they can get all this macho arrogance out of the way. That wasn't very mature either so she kept that thought to herself.
Instead she spoke up in an slow drawling voice, not even raising her head from what she was reading.
“You put on quite a show, I'm sure your performances must be captivating. However here such effort and energy is mostly wasted; you could strip naked and dance the can-can and I doubt many would care. No one is forcing you to stay and no one is forcing you to leave. If, however, you think we are so monumentally stupid as not to realize that there are shadows and secrets to this deal then perhaps you and I should play a round of poker sometime as I am clearly too stupid to be a good player, much less manage to put my pants on without falling over in the morning. We all have our own reasons to sign on or not sign or not sign on, as is our choice. I would appreciate it if you would climb down off your soapbox and make your own decision in relative quiet as I wish to converse with Ms Valetti. I wouldn't dream of telling you what to do of course; a mere street rat with no marketable skills, no talent, and no right to exist would never out step my bounds to commit such an egregious sin”
She couldn't help the last bit of snark; when you had almost nothing you quickly learned that almost nothing matters. She turned to Nina without further ado.
“I find charities fairly repellant; is the requirement that it be an official charitable organization or will some non-official charitable cause do just as well?”
She was in the process of reading it over when Chronus threw another temper tantrum. She shook her head slightly and looked back down at her contract; only half listening to him as he went on his stupid tirade. In Sara's point of view she lost all potential respect for him. The near brawl reminded her of drunken street folk fighting for no conceivable reason; something she saw all the time but at least they had alcohol to blame. How childish Chronus was acting for a grown ass man was ridiculous. The other one wasn't all that much better, his virtue being that he shut up rather quickly. She bit back an acidic comment...strongly wanting to tell both of them to just pull their dicks out and measure so they can get all this macho arrogance out of the way. That wasn't very mature either so she kept that thought to herself.
Instead she spoke up in an slow drawling voice, not even raising her head from what she was reading.
“You put on quite a show, I'm sure your performances must be captivating. However here such effort and energy is mostly wasted; you could strip naked and dance the can-can and I doubt many would care. No one is forcing you to stay and no one is forcing you to leave. If, however, you think we are so monumentally stupid as not to realize that there are shadows and secrets to this deal then perhaps you and I should play a round of poker sometime as I am clearly too stupid to be a good player, much less manage to put my pants on without falling over in the morning. We all have our own reasons to sign on or not sign or not sign on, as is our choice. I would appreciate it if you would climb down off your soapbox and make your own decision in relative quiet as I wish to converse with Ms Valetti. I wouldn't dream of telling you what to do of course; a mere street rat with no marketable skills, no talent, and no right to exist would never out step my bounds to commit such an egregious sin”
She couldn't help the last bit of snark; when you had almost nothing you quickly learned that almost nothing matters. She turned to Nina without further ado.
“I find charities fairly repellant; is the requirement that it be an official charitable organization or will some non-official charitable cause do just as well?”
