 A Poop * k8 *
He was amused.
"it's just a fair warning. If you'd gotten your head chewed off for your prices a million times...you'd understand." Customers were just the worst. The best...and the worst. Usually the worst. "And that depends on...how many things I have to make. So I can better give you an estimate once I have an exact list..." and not one off the top of her head. Hmph.
The Belgium home. "I don't mind the order...just let me know what you want," he sipped his coffee calmly and made a small note that she probably wanted the Belgium Home furniture done first.
PFFFFT.
He ROLLED his eyes dramatically, making a show of it really, and SNORTED. "I do not. I work alone, I live alone, I visit my siblings when they ask, and that's that." Did Anton have friends? Of course. But he saw them on HIS time...no random popping in or any of that nonsense. "I run a tight schedule most people can't handle--and I'm too particular to get along well with anyone ....headstrong." And this woman seemed a bit headstrong but...in a way that could perhaps work WITH him and not against him. "Oh good. Being taken is overrated..stay single forever." Just a piece of advice here.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |