Dagger stood there for a good five minutes. She crossed her arms, uncrossed them, set her hands on her hips, tapped her toe, any number of physical cues, and all of them going unnoticed. Finally, hands clenching into fists, she stamped one foot in frustration, and finally cleared her throat.
"You're getting to be as bad as Uncle Cid," she cut in without preamble. If this is what Hilda went through, and Cid was as much of a flirt as his reputation suggestion, she didn't blame the Lady for turning her husband into an oglop.
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Date: 2010-08-19 05:33 am (UTC)"You're getting to be as bad as Uncle Cid," she cut in without preamble. If this is what Hilda went through, and Cid was as much of a flirt as his reputation suggestion, she didn't blame the Lady for turning her husband into an oglop.