"What's the point of being warned at all, then?" Please, Jesper, make this make sense somehow, because as it stands right now, it super does not, sir. He'd like to not feel that way, but everything points to it right now, from where he's standing.
He smirks, but it's not the friendly, amused thing it can be, it's the smirk of Dirtyhands, all danger and sharp edges, daring him to give him a reason. A reason for what is hard to say just now. "Sure," he nods a little. "Blame me. It's easier, isn't it? Much easier, I'd wager, than actually admitting any of your own faults in the situation."
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Date: 2021-10-10 08:47 pm (UTC)He smirks, but it's not the friendly, amused thing it can be, it's the smirk of Dirtyhands, all danger and sharp edges, daring him to give him a reason. A reason for what is hard to say just now. "Sure," he nods a little. "Blame me. It's easier, isn't it? Much easier, I'd wager, than actually admitting any of your own faults in the situation."