When Quistis reached Irvine, she positioned herself in front of him, blue eyes cold and sharp as she gazed at his dropped head. This was no time for self-pity; he needed to explain himself, and then go apologize to the Queen for his unacceptable behavior.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Quistis began, throwing her hands up in the air. "What in Hyne's name possessed you to start a brawl in the middle of the Queen's birthday party?"
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Date: 2009-10-26 05:03 am (UTC)"What the hell were you thinking?" Quistis began, throwing her hands up in the air. "What in Hyne's name possessed you to start a brawl in the middle of the Queen's birthday party?"