And just like that mister Nice Guy was shoved to the side, and Jim's eyes darkened. He'd been traveling around with this man for some time, assisting him in whatever possible way he could, helping him look for his dearest beloved. Jim could do well with his disguise, could be as sweet as possible, but this man, this angelic saint from some other world that just moved his hand aside, looked upset, frowning, looking to the crowds away was...
Bothersome. Irritating. He could take only so much.
"She's obviously not HERE." He cursed under the sound of his breath, lip curling into a sneer, and he gripped Joscelin to drag him behind one of the tents, away from public eye. "I don't think you understand, darling," His voice dripped with venom, and his nails dug in hard to Joscelin's shoulder. "She's not fucking here. We've looked, if she is here she's probably off getting fucked by god knows who or what, so why don't you just give up on her, won't you dear? She's not worth it." His teeth grit and he stared at him.
"Christ, and here I thought you'd be useful." Jim sneered, brows dropping. "You're like a broken record."
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Bothersome. Irritating. He could take only so much.
"She's obviously not HERE." He cursed under the sound of his breath, lip curling into a sneer, and he gripped Joscelin to drag him behind one of the tents, away from public eye. "I don't think you understand, darling," His voice dripped with venom, and his nails dug in hard to Joscelin's shoulder. "She's not fucking here. We've looked, if she is here she's probably off getting fucked by god knows who or what, so why don't you just give up on her, won't you dear? She's not worth it." His teeth grit and he stared at him.
"Christ, and here I thought you'd be useful." Jim sneered, brows dropping. "You're like a broken record."