Something better than that? Merlin, they’d tried, wasn’t that enough! Performing Shakespeare plays in the park several years ago notwithstanding, Tyb wasn’t an actor... or, at least, not good enough an actor to pretend to be friends with Sebastian Beauregard right now.
But being friends with someone who thought so little of him was less injurious to Tybalt than the prospect of Elsie being annoyed with him, in the long run. By the sounds of it, she was ready to hold a grudge over it, so... Tyb’s mouth twisted, recalcitrant, but the rest of him was softening.
“Alright,” Tybalt bit out at last, glad Elsie was out of the room because it had still come out partially snappish... But Tyb relaxed his stance, offered his hand, and peered at Elsie’s cousin with a newly grateful look. “I probably deserve a bit of fingernail fungus about now,” he admitted wryly: a peace offering, of sorts. He lowered his tone, ducked a little closer, and dearly hoped Sebastian wouldn’t snitch on him for this, else Tybalt fully expected to get thrown out of the house entirely. “Is it just me, or is this pregnancy giving Elsie all kinds of rage she didn’t have before?”
But being friends with someone who thought so little of him was less injurious to Tybalt than the prospect of Elsie being annoyed with him, in the long run. By the sounds of it, she was ready to hold a grudge over it, so... Tyb’s mouth twisted, recalcitrant, but the rest of him was softening.
“Alright,” Tybalt bit out at last, glad Elsie was out of the room because it had still come out partially snappish... But Tyb relaxed his stance, offered his hand, and peered at Elsie’s cousin with a newly grateful look. “I probably deserve a bit of fingernail fungus about now,” he admitted wryly: a peace offering, of sorts. He lowered his tone, ducked a little closer, and dearly hoped Sebastian wouldn’t snitch on him for this, else Tybalt fully expected to get thrown out of the house entirely. “Is it just me, or is this pregnancy giving Elsie all kinds of rage she didn’t have before?”
