[Her heart practically drops to the floor when she hears a voice that interrupts him. Would she have wanted to hear it? She doesn't know, but it's hard not to feel frustrated about it because as maddened as she is by this sudden turn, she is angrier that it someone felt the need to disrupt them.
For a moment, her rage flickers to something more melancholic and confused, but it's short-lived. As soon as the feathered hand reaches out to grab Cid's arm, that cord snaps.]
Always something.
[Every time. Every fucking time she wonders if maybe she's close, there is something. If not a disruption, then it was something that would leave her feeling too frustrated to deal with him any longer.
And just like all of those times, Benedikta does not wait. She turns on her heel and stalks off, heading up the stairs leading to the deck and leaving him behind to deal with whatever it is that fucking duck man wants.]
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For a moment, her rage flickers to something more melancholic and confused, but it's short-lived. As soon as the feathered hand reaches out to grab Cid's arm, that cord snaps.]
Always something.
[Every time. Every fucking time she wonders if maybe she's close, there is something. If not a disruption, then it was something that would leave her feeling too frustrated to deal with him any longer.
And just like all of those times, Benedikta does not wait. She turns on her heel and stalks off, heading up the stairs leading to the deck and leaving him behind to deal with whatever it is that fucking duck man wants.]