Snake-oil salesman

“Can you just fucking chill for a sec?!” She echoed quickly after his outburst, her own temper flaring in response to his own. In hindsight she probably should have elaborated further, but then again he was lacking in details as well. And it just served to irritate her. That’s what Fang did; irritate her to the point where she lost her cool. It was enough though, as he sought to find her eyes against her eyes again her gaze stayed steady on his face, and begrudgingly she heard him out. No matter how much she wanted to sigh and roll her eyes. Which she eventually did at his last remark.

“You taste like ass—which wasn’t really a shocker.” Her own familiar coo pressing back into her voice and mocking his own. Shaking her head, Kipling paused in thought, “I don’t see what score you’re talking about. I mean you got me way way back when I trespassed and I got you later for being a total dick. So, even’s even right?” Struggling to justify it, but piecing it together in her mind and laying it out quite firmly.