Advanced Chemythstry | Cece Merthiel’s blood was already boiling, her hands itching to punch this girl’s face. Your face is about to get ruined. What was the hard thing about being asked to move to a new seat? If anything, Merthiel asked “kindly,” but it seems like she was asking for something else. While she rambled like a chicken, obviously trying to tell her that she was somehow inferior—which she is not—she stared daggers at her.
"Dear," she began just after Cece finished, imitating the way she said it, “I am simply asking you to move to somewhere you and I might like better. Are you that… small-minded to not get that?” She paused for a while, making sure she could tacitly understand that she wasn’t a force to be reckoned with. If there was something that displease her (everything not in her favor displeases her, but let’s just say that), it were people to think they were better than her. She mentally scoffed. You have to be Hecate herself to say that confidently.
“And if you are so desperate to hear my apology, dear, I suggest you find a way to dream about it.”
@Bluecookies | Cece