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sweetslytherin
"Well, lets just say that he's jumped into my head and completely brushed off something I needed to tell him. In fact he would not even give me the chance to speak, and he ignored me just now. It makes me angry." She whispered softly, her eyes filling with tears. She blinked them away. She did want to cry but she would wait to give in to her tears when she was alone, or when she felt safe to. The truth was, if they were in his office she would have dissolved into the tears she so desperately wanted to cry. And she knew that Robert would have held her and let her cry.
"It sounds completely disgusting. Here have a sensible good-tasting toothflossing stringmint." She reached into her pocket and handed him the packet of mints that she kept for them." She shook her head. "Why do people think that sugary, jellyish things are good." She grumbled.
Robert grumbled quietly, when she once again avoided giving him a straight out answer. But he listened intently to what she said next. He tried not to show any signs of anger when she mentioned how Duncan was being insensitive. Robert liked Duncan in a colleague kind of a way, but he never saw him as a friend, so therefore he felt no shame in being angry.
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Let's go up to my office," He said, pulling on the gargoyle and muttering, "
stringmint," before beginning to ascend. As he walked with Christiana he nodded with what she was saying. "
I completely concur. It's like chewing flavoured rubber." He added scornfully, accepting the stringmint. Perhaps not all hope was lost.