Firefly Glen all these years you tried to kill me, boy you ain't made a dent

grezig could have popped out a clown car with fairy dust and balloon animals cheering loudly behind her, and arcturus still would have struggled to meet her gaze or speak to her. even keeping her tone light and non-pressuring had the averse effect; arcturus felt a flush of furious shame simmer under his skin -- did she talk to him that way because she thought he was a stupid child?

his throat bobbed in signal he was trying to hotly tell her off, but no sound (except maybe a humiliating squeak) escaped. he tried again - and again - and again -- but each time the failure sucked a little wind out of his sails, until at last he gesticulated with a wild shrug of his shoulders, and looked to the ground with a heavy scowl accentuating his noble features.