crawl from the fire into the pan, what we don't need, hell will demand

the impertinent remarks lashed from her tongue and scourged the flesh of his ears –– remarks that limited her intelligence to juvenile argot, and dumped what he guessed was the greater part of her capacity for verbal abuse on him in the form of insults targeting his personal hygiene. "maybe i would if i couldn't smell you a week out," if he could roll his eyes far back enough he would have seen the face of god. her mouth, liable to give the most skilled track team a run for their money, would be her detriment in bad company.

he tried to ignore her presence, thinking maybe she was one of those princess prototypes that felt validated by spitting out throwing knives and warming herself in the afterglow of indignation, and continued pulling his caught foot and appealing his sentencing to 100 years stuck in a tree with a snobby prima donna yapping in his ears.

"you reek!" she blared, leaving him up to dry with the bombastic flourish of her snout. in that moment his efforts came to an interlude and he let his cheek fall to rest against his nape, an air of skepticism trotting across his features. "yeah... well... i can go roll in a patch of dandelions and wake up tomorrow smelling great." his ears listed and he drifted his attention away from her again, voice contemplative as he studied the rhytidome of the tree that held him captive.

"you'll wake up tomorrow, and still be a bitch." with that cutting statement set free, he gave one final, annoyance-motivated tug, and the tree liberated his appendage from its greedy clutch.

"and your face will get stuck like that. so attractive." he whispered with squinting, sardonic eyes, sizing her up as he sauntered up to her. instead of halting once he had closed the short distance between them, oddleif pranced past her with his head aloft. "bye bitch." his barbed tongue jabbed.

he figured he could recover just fine from her disdainful castoffs, if she had the restraint to find someone else to play the existence lottery with and leave him his peace, and as he strode past her, he swore he could almost see her father's disappointment reflected in the glint of her malachite eyes.