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This one was witty. Perhaps any other day Wren would have laughed, proclaimed her enjoyment in her ability to talk back; except for the fact that she was not in the mood for this shit.
Alright, smartass, a painfully exaggerated roll of her eyes is given, along with a snort. you gonna sit there and mock me like a snot-nosed brat with no self esteem, or are you gonna give me advice? Because I sure as hell didn't come here to be yapped at by a little piss-baby. Scowling with a knit of her eyebrows, she barks out a sneer. Oh, dear little songbird, how you will probably regret these anger-tinged words within the hour. What? You wanna spar with me yourself? Or are you afraid I'll snap your spine like a twig?