But it sounds like Raph, which is reassuring. Thomas has no idea what's happened to the man and chooses not to speculate, but it's good to know Abigail is consistent in her impropriety.
"Look at you, two grown people carryin' on like kids not ten and eighteen," Thomas scoffs. "My own sister."
Abigail tightens her hold on Raph's pants and goes still. She's beginning to suspect that some of her brother's ire and indignation is an act. Eyes narrowed, she starts to say so when he turns an angelic smile her way and brightly asks Raph:
"Actin' like this, I don't see how you've a choice so... When're you marryin' her?"
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Date: 2009-11-13 08:51 pm (UTC)"Look at you, two grown people carryin' on like kids not ten and eighteen," Thomas scoffs. "My own sister."
Abigail tightens her hold on Raph's pants and goes still. She's beginning to suspect that some of her brother's ire and indignation is an act. Eyes narrowed, she starts to say so when he turns an angelic smile her way and brightly asks Raph:
"Actin' like this, I don't see how you've a choice so... When're you marryin' her?"