[ Loxley pours himself a cup once Richard's served himself, ashy-grey nails tik-tiking against the side of it once he draws it to himself. Not quick to drink it. A sideways look chases after this first remark, but he doesn't comment on it. ]
I questioned him, asked if he wished seriously to discuss the matters I'd raised with him in the first place. Where it began is where he left off, which was to impress upon me how important he is, how disrespectful I am, and how little I matter.
And somewhere in between [ he adds, with more verbal flourish, lifting his cup for his mouth ] was a predictably ridiculous argument about whether a good diplomat should have sat there and taken his shit or not.
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Date: 2020-02-16 09:15 am (UTC)I questioned him, asked if he wished seriously to discuss the matters I'd raised with him in the first place. Where it began is where he left off, which was to impress upon me how important he is, how disrespectful I am, and how little I matter.
And somewhere in between [ he adds, with more verbal flourish, lifting his cup for his mouth ] was a predictably ridiculous argument about whether a good diplomat should have sat there and taken his shit or not.