valentine’s day sentences

     “Tough break. On the bright side, at least you got something, right? I can’t remember the last time I got anything or was able to give something for Valentine’s Day. The Countess doesn’t appreciate it as much as I do, apparently.“

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^{Tate made an amused SNORT at Donovan’s clear disdain for his mother. He felt that ALL TOO personally with himself ; At least he wasn’t stuck inside this HOTEL with the woman. Poor guy —  “You wanna play a card game with me or something? While we wait?”  The boy had gathered all SORTS of things from the luggage left behind by he and James’ victims. Clothes, cell phones, jewelry ; Some of which went to The Countess, of course, but Tate didn’t care much for the things SHE wanted.  “I, uh, have POCKET scrabble too. And Battleship.”  Most of his found ‘treasures’ were just gathering DUST, though.  “I’d kick your ASS in Battleship, though. I use to play that with my sister all the time.”}

     For about a minute, it sounded as if Tate were making a legitimate suggestion to pass the time while the two of themes one waited for another one of Mr. and Mrs. March’s ( God, he hated calling her that ) monthly dinner’s to finalize. Granted, it wasn’t exactly Donovan’s first choice of activity, but he had to admit, it wasn’t necessarily a bad one either. That was only for a minute, however. Admittedly, it took him a while to realize what it really sounded like to him; Tate was challenging him. More than that, he was placing him in the ranks all alongside his kid sister — no way, he wasn’t having any of that. “Wait a second, I don’t get my ass kicked easily — at anything. I’ll play your game, but walk me through what I’m supposed to do. It’s been a while since I had time to do anything for myself and unfortunately, I didn’t grow up with anyone except Iris up my ass constantly.“

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^{With Donovan’s voice INTERRUPTING the silence, yet again, between them, Tate looked up ; He glanced at the older man first, then the clock hung up on the wall.  “Well —”  He cleared his throat and straightened out a little more.  “It’s been exactly THREE minutes since you last asked that question. So, instead of being in there for forty-TWO minutes, they’ve been in there for forty-FIVE.”  Dark hues dropped back down towards Donovan, only this time with an annoyed tone to them.  “My mom use to say a watched pot never boils.”}

     “That’s funny. My mom used to say the same thing.” A chuckle immediately follows as he lowers his head just a bit and gives it a shake. ”Probably. I mean, that would require me actually listening to the garbage that comes out of her mouth.” A shrug of the shoulders was given, providing clear evidence to the fact that he didn’t really give the smallest piece of shit. Not that any evidence was really necessary, of course, but it wouldn’t exactly be Donovan if he didn’t go out of his way to make that known. Still, it seemed to occupy his mind, but unfortunately, that only seemed to last for about a few seconds until his gaze shifted upwards once again; focusing on the clock on the wall. “Forty eight minutes.” He proceeded to count out loud, following it up with a rather loud and inpatient sigh.

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^{An eyebrow RAISED when Donovan raised his voice, and Tate’s expression turned into something of AMUSED.  “Or WHAT?”  He taunted, a SWAY in his step as the ghost continued to linger right around the older man ; Not too close but not too far, neither. There was no EXCUSE for his eavesdropping past the fact that he was simply NOSY. Tate liked to know what was going on with everyone.  “You don’t INTIMIDATE me. Try AGAIN.”}

     Rage. The kind that courses within him in which was reckless to no one other than himself. A true curse, in every sense of the word. Fists that were balled up remained still at his side. “Or I will…” What was he going to do? Punch him and provoke the killer within him? No. Kill him? He may have wanted to, but unfortunately he wasn’t able to kill someone who was already dead, therefore no. He was helpless. Left without anything to really use to threaten Tate. However, instead of panicking unnecessarily over it and with the help of quick thinking, Donovan thought to use the only thing that he had over anyone else in the hotel. “I’ll make sure she hears about it.“

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     He was fidgety. Clearly growing more and more impatient as time passes. He did have all the time in the world, but when it came to sharing moments with Elizabeth? Every second was cherished. It was a routine thing; something in which only occurred once a month, but even after over two decades, Donovan never got to used to the idea of The Countess joining her late husband for dinner. “How long have they been in there already?“

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     Not that I was paying attention or anything. Who was he trying to kid? Of course, he was paying attention. Whether it was done intentionally or not was hardly even insignificant, however; Donovan was quick to draw his own beliefs on the matter. Quickly coming to his own verdict that the younger male was guilty of prying and simply sticking his nose in places where it shouldn’t be. “But nothing.” He said — rather, he shouted just slightly, quickly turning around to face the young blonde standing directly behind him. “You know, you really should mind your business.”