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[ninetoes]

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[finethings]

Stede almost feels bad. They'd been doing so well, hadn't they? Not ten minutes ago, he'd had Izzy writhing and moaning beneath him, and now they're back here, all sharp words and cold voices. He'd feel bad except it feels like restored equilibrium, and that alone keeps him from relenting. Breaking down and asking for Izzy to stay. He doesn't need it. They don't have to be friends, or like each other, as much as that goes against everything Stede stands for.

It would be nice, to like each other. But that will take some time, he's sure of it. He can't push it.

He watches the scone tumble to the floor in a crumbly mess, watches Izzy get to his feet. "That's alright," he says mildly, as Izzy goes for the door. "I licked that scone before you ate it."

[ninetoes]

The barb lands perfectly between two of Izzy’s ribs and he gives a noise of kneejerk, spewing venom.

He turns on his heel and takes a step back like he’s going to flip out and fucking throttle the poncy bastard but he doesn’t.

He also doesn’t have a come back, but fully believes it to be the truth.

“Fuh-!!! You also taste fucking awful!” Izzy growls and flips the bird before rage quitting the entire interaction.

[finethings]

Stede just grins as Izzy leaves, hissing and spitting, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet on the table after he's gone. He enjoys the rest of his tea and scones and thinks about what's just happened.

Was it productive? Maybe. Was it fun? Absolutely. He can't wait to tell Ed.