“Who goes out hiking in the wilds and mountain climbing for days on end after choosing this as appropriate footwear?” He scoffs at my knee-high laced-up boots that happen to be my favorites and gets himself a snort, crossed arms, and a glare as I turn my head away and huff at him openly. I guess he’s decided that picking on my boots is safer than daring to tell me off for my colorful vocabulary.
“I'm sorry that I didn’t have the prior knowledge, leaving home in a worried rush, about what sort of footwear was acceptable for Lord Hex.”
A snap up of his chin as eyes lock eyes in silent battle, and I raise a challenging brow to insist he go on and try to piss me off further.
He seems to decide once again the smart move is to mumble to himself, and yanks his sling bag out from under his arm
