lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Sept 29, 2010 17:48:48 GMT -6
Camille caught the book and flipped through it. Reading, of course it would be reading. And it couldn't even be a damn history book, now could it? Fine. She'd read it. If only for the training, and for the knowledge it could provide. But Dante was pissing her off, and so she was only agreeing to do this because it would benefit her in the end. "Fine," she said, thinking. Well, at least the homework he was giving her was something she planned to do already, but still. It was stupid and annoying and frustrating and Camille did not like it.
"If that's everything, I guess I will leave," Camille said, wanting to tear that stupid haughty tone out of his throat. Of course, she kept a lid on her temper, but barely. Stupid Dante. Camille turned on her heel and left the tent with the book in her hands, seething. She decided to go to the great hall to read. At least she'd be away from Dante.
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