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It had indeed been one and if asked she would have had absolutely no qualms with confirming the suspicion. What she had not anticipated, however, was for him to serve her a piping how plate of backtalk. And it wasn't just the back talk, it was the ease and composure with which he had delivered it - it was a rare and insufferable quality to find in another person. The last of this sort, though she was fairly certain he hardly was aware of it when he did perform it, was David. It implied a certain intellect and she loathed to like that. She hated cheek. The British was notorious for it and she could only tolerate is from an elite few.
This individual was still very much digging himself a hole that she would not mind burying him in.
Pale grey-violet eyes staring daggers at him, she attempted to let the moment pass so she could feel flatfooted in her combat boots instead of on her heels.
"Terrible shame that my flatmate has yet to make the same connection for the betterment of his day to day fiascos." Deflecting and denying without a hint of defensiveness. Jerry was always a good scapegoat for her frustrations and discomforts, especially with his hermit homeless aesthetic. Not to mention Jerry was indignant about listening to any of her advice.
Again, no 'you're welcome' came. On principle.
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