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It would have felt <span class="mu-i">really</span> good to let Yuliana have it. To let her know just what she was dealing with. Her attitude would change if you repeated what you smashed her nose in like you’d done to the Duchess Von Katski back in Ellowie, and so would her tone of voice. You could hit her where it would hurt but not wound, you could even surprise her with just how trained you were, do something crazy that she’d not forget.
Yet. The most harm she’d done was on a gift, something Magnus would probably forgive. You’d endured worse. Had things taken away that hurt more, been insulted more severely. That fact didn’t make you less angry- you ground your teeth together and clenched your fists, but you’d find something else to take out your anger on. Not here, not now. Not yet.
So, you bit your lip, exhaled. The heat in your blood wouldn’t fade, not for a while, not when it got bad like this. You said nothing in reply yet, as you stepped over to the glasses and picked them up, and felt a twinge of sadness when you took in better how ruined they were. You’d let Yuliana stew in being ignored a little longer.
“Y’know what?” you finally said to her, “Fine. I’ll take you up on that challenge. Best of three.” You tried to crack a cocky smile, but you knew your eyes were narrow in fury. It must have made you look insane. “I hope that shot wasn’t the best you could do. You never answered my question, by the way. What’s the tally?”
Yumilia’s eyes flashed with fury, but she hadn’t been hit by this as hard as the first time she’d heard it. “Just one,” she said firmly.
You blinked at that, but you kept your smirk wide. “Guess you only gotta eat shit once t' know better after. I’ll see you later, whore.”
It made you feel a bit better, to know how much she’d like to hit you again, but you were already on your way over to Magnus, whose expression had turned hard and serious.
“Are you alright?” He asked as he caressed your cheek before you said anything. It was a far more tender touch than that half-assed hug earlier. “I’ve not seen her that angry in an age. What did you even say to her?”
“I’m okay,” you said, but you didn’t brush his fingers off your cheek as he brushed his nails against the sore, surely pinkened imprint. “Barely felt it. She threatened me, so I called her a whore and she didn’t like that too much. Better bet she deserved it.”
Magnus gave a tired, exasperated sigh. “Lady Nowicki, Yuliana has been a dear friend since before we could remember. I’d rather you not call her a <span class="mu-i">whore</span>.”
“She did it to me too,” you said with a pout, “If she doesn’t like it maybe she shouldn’t act like such a bitch.”
“Are you truly alright, Anya?” Magnus asked, “You look…very upset.”
“I said I’m fine, goddamnit,” you snapped. “Lay off. We’ve got other places t’ be, don’t we? And we have to drag <span class="mu-i">her</span> along too?”
