. . . Curiosity is what killed the cat, Frida. That's what she's always told you.
. . . continuing to sit guard in front of her office doors.
⚔︎┊𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗔.
[ cutting in to punch leo in the face full force. ] [ turning to Cass
. ]
your complete disregard for your life and brute force impresses me. I will speak to you after I defeat these annoyances.
[ visibly holding herself back from punting him like a football ]
Big Mama is not Expecting Visitors
I need to kill him
[ Sitting a bit stiffer. Something feels off. ]
Her fists are clenched, almost *shaking*. She /HATES/ when he comes to the hotel. So, So Much.
He would be a stain in the walkway or on the wall if she had a say about it.
" No Visitors. Her office is Closed. "
Unamused. Not even moving, glaring /back/. He shouldn't try to intimidate her- it's sad.
" You can inform me. "
Looking him up and down /so/ judgementally.
" . . . She doesn't have time for you. "
