So what if I do? he yelled.
His face was the colour of an old potato, she thought. It kind of looked as ugly as one too.
You are going to have a heart attack if you carry on like that, she said, her voice calm as the lake.
He stopped for a moment, and then his face grew even more purple, and he stamped his feet like a little child.
You need to... he seemed lost for words for a moment before spitting out... FUCK OFF!
Charming, she said. But I don't mind if I do. The company is kind of bringing me down.
She turned, her cloak sweeping the fine sand into a cloud as she did so. She left him there coughing and swearing.
You are terrible, Argust said, as she joined him by the boats.
He deserves it.
They watched as Grumple picked up a fallen branch and began to bash it against a rock.
He will probably have some kind of seizure in a moment, Argust said. And then I will be expected to nurse him back to health.
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