[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt;"]Based simply on Bucky’s reaction, Melantha almost feels a pinprick of remorse. Perhaps she could have said that kinder. She did not intend for it to come off as rude, but then again, she’s not exactly known for being a ray of sunshine. Her people skills are...lacking, to say the least. ”Sorry..” an awkward expression colors her plain features. She’s also extremely bad at apologizing, but Melantha is an honest creature so the words come out all the same, even if they are less than eloquent. ”I’ll just call you WinBuck, then.” See? Melantha is capable of compromise. She is reasonable. Not a monster. Maybe a bitch, but not a monster. ”Bucky-Barnes-Or-Winter-Soldier is a bit of a mouthful.” the worst part is that she thinks she’s funny. There’s also a chance that she’s more guilty than she’s letting on and she’s doing a terrible job of lightening the atmosphere.
In spite of her efforts to make amends for her social blunders, Melantha nearly looses it when Bucky misunderstands her words a second time. Ah, the curse of being a moody youth—emotions constantly shift from highs to lows and back again. Her eye twitches, but Mel keeps it together. Be nice, be nice, be nice, be nice. the inner mantra is supposed to work. It’s not working. It needs to work. Please work. ”I know you do not have any. That’s why I said that in the event that you were successful, we would ask them to be returned.” She’s doing good so far. She’s as cool as a business woman. The evil voice in her head tells her that Bucky’s an idiot and to yell at him, but she’s better than that douchebag.
It’s the homestretch now. Apologize! You can do it! Her teeth begin to ache so she unclenches her jaw. ”I apologize—“ her eye twitches again. Keep it together. ”—if my words were confusing.” So many apologies. And she partially means it. She’s sorry that she offended anyone, but she’s not sorry that people are stupid. Stop that, be nice. Being nice is not nearly as easy as Jacob and London make it look. ”You can join if you want, or you can pass through. As long as you both follow the rules.”
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In spite of her efforts to make amends for her social blunders, Melantha nearly looses it when Bucky misunderstands her words a second time. Ah, the curse of being a moody youth—emotions constantly shift from highs to lows and back again. Her eye twitches, but Mel keeps it together. Be nice, be nice, be nice, be nice. the inner mantra is supposed to work. It’s not working. It needs to work. Please work. ”I know you do not have any. That’s why I said that in the event that you were successful, we would ask them to be returned.” She’s doing good so far. She’s as cool as a business woman. The evil voice in her head tells her that Bucky’s an idiot and to yell at him, but she’s better than that douchebag.
It’s the homestretch now. Apologize! You can do it! Her teeth begin to ache so she unclenches her jaw. ”I apologize—“ her eye twitches again. Keep it together. ”—if my words were confusing.” So many apologies. And she partially means it. She’s sorry that she offended anyone, but she’s not sorry that people are stupid. Stop that, be nice. Being nice is not nearly as easy as Jacob and London make it look. ”You can join if you want, or you can pass through. As long as you both follow the rules.”
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