Date: 2010-03-21 03:12 am (UTC)
She crossed her arms imperiously but the moue her lips settled into was a tell-tale sign that she was caving.

She being Belladonna, not Rogue. Rogue wouldn't have known how to moue if her life depended on it. She wasn't calculating enough.

"...Dis better be good," she told him, sitting on the arm of the couch and watching him with a hooded gaze that was trying to remain unimpressed.

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