[If it hasn't already been obvious, Fiona didn't like having things done for her. There was always the lingering thought in regards to how the makes were getting paid, but she doesn't opt to bring that up. Maybe they weren't getting paid at all.
She doubts it though.
By some miracle, she manages not to attempt to jerk her wrist from him when he opts to move to the topic she's wanted to avoid. Her teeth grind a little uncomfortably, and her eyes shift down to the bandages he's wrapping.]
Golden ticket, yeah.
[It wasn't really a secret that she was doing the bare minimum in that department. Maybe that was why the jobs were getting tougher.]
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[If it hasn't already been obvious, Fiona didn't like having things done for her. There was always the lingering thought in regards to how the makes were getting paid, but she doesn't opt to bring that up. Maybe they weren't getting paid at all.
She doubts it though.
By some miracle, she manages not to attempt to jerk her wrist from him when he opts to move to the topic she's wanted to avoid. Her teeth grind a little uncomfortably, and her eyes shift down to the bandages he's wrapping.]
Golden ticket, yeah.
[It wasn't really a secret that she was doing the bare minimum in that department. Maybe that was why the jobs were getting tougher.]