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>No: pursue and ask
What — is — with this female? Airin was rather willing to tell a stranger where they could find Nori’s books but scutters away from me. Me! Me. Me of all folk. Not once have I crossed her: she’s just being a prick at this point.
Her frantic clawing at the door pisses me off even more - what danger does she believe she is in, really? I have no wish to tell anyone about her interests; I gain - nothing - for it. Scuttering away from a “threat” without giving him what he wants - the which, she could easily do - is her way of voiding “danger”. This is a woman who is thirty years of age - approximately - might I add. Headless chickens might have an equal.
I quickly catch up to Airin as she continues fidgeting with the door - her fingers unable to grasp the groove properly due to her stature.
“Miss. Mind telling me where I could find those books?” My firm words only elicit seething from her at first.
“… can you —not— see I wish to bow out? At all?” She exasperatedly groans while standing on her toes to reach the groove. This is getting annoying.
“Answer me and I molest you no further—” After watching her repeatedly fail to operate it, I stick my fingers into the groove - at long last - slide the damned thing open widely. “—I wish to bow out just as much —as— you. A name. That’s all.”
“… -you- of all folk is the last person I want to see here. Leave me be, Kommgal. Work is already hard enough - I do not need you to ruin the one good thing I have.” Out of nowhere, Airin expresses her indignation towards me.
“Wha… what have - I - done to cross you???” She glares at me and is about ready to say something in response right away, but takes a moment to calm herself down.
“Close. The door.” The conversation continues at a table not particularly far from it. She remained in silence until coffee was produced.
“You. And Aeg. Have you the remotest - idea - of shit thrown my way?” She switches back and forth between ranting and sipping from a mug. Only the fragrance of coffee keeps my ears awake. “It’s always the same damned thing. Aeg does some stupid shit and you bail him out everytime. He’s a slavecatcher, Kommgal. Transporting and watching over them is his job - indulging their… requests and arguing with masters on their behalf - is not.”
Oh good. This again. It’s not my fault some of them are retarded. Years have passed since I followed cookery seriously - my mother always preferred my sister, anyway - but even I know to treat slave cooks better than that.
“… Forbidding them to take a seat isn’t going to make them more efficient, Airin. And I seriously doubt -any- of the guests would give a damn. And.. if they are to cook all-day, their own supper should the very least—” My head starts to droop. This is getting more nauseating.
