(Slowly moving something-)
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Yes. I am mad.
-he doesn't look like it with his usual resting bitch face-
Lark
Oho! Are you mad?
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I'll throw you out with my wards.
Get out.
Lark
What are you going to do to make me leave? Spray me with holy water?
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I do not care what you want. I want you to leave my stuff alone! This is not your house. You are not a guest here!!!
Lark
But I don't want to.
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STOP!!!
-Catching the cup with magic, barely saving it-
Get out! Get out right now!
Lark
(Smile)
(Tapping a cup off of the table)
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Stop touching my things! This is my house!
Lark
(Scoots everything an inch to the right)
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....!!!!
Don't do that!
-moving things back the way it was-
Lark
(Casually right behind him. Moving everything exactly one inch to the left.)
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-reorganizing his library-
