**         FRANK    N.    FURTER     +     GREEN.        (   misc   edits   3 / ??   )

   ‘ He’s been busy. ’ And for once, Rey’s grateful for her father’s absence. It’s one less thing to worry about, and one less conversation she’s ready to witness. Arms cross as eyes follow the doctor’s movement, narrowing  slightly at the mere sight of the liquid. The thought of barring it did cross her mind, though she refrained for the moment —  perhaps manners took the stead of her usually harsh demeanor. He was a guest, after all. ‘ Y’ain’t as important as you think  you are. ’ But, her manners do little to restrain the sharpness  in her words, or the mocking smile painted across her features. He was no different than Eggsy, or Harry for the matter —  both intruding in her home and her labor. A threat, to her and her family. She would have none of that, not here. ‘  But, I guess you should keep on drinking, then. Lookin’ like he isn’t gonna be home for awhile. ’ 

                     ❛          HMMM.  .  .          ❜             A     LOW,     GUTTURAL     EMANATION     from    ‘neath    pearl  -  laden    throat,     dusted    with    effervescence,     prods    at    palpable    tension.     faux     contemplation    presents    itself    neatly     :    evident    in    the    carmine    digit    lightly    tracing    rim   of    glass,     the    downcast    of    shaded    eyes,     &    the    lingering,    unspoken    idea    that    prince    furter    will    not    be    made    to    wait    !     drink    is    set    ‘pon    counter,     fit    with    familiar    exaggeration     &     hands    perched    on    the    lace    of    ever  -  promiscuous    hips.     though    not    yet    reached,     impatience    is    an    ugly    feature    that    leaves    carnage    in    its    wake     ;     such    would    be    a    shame      –––––––     the    daniels    had    such    a    lovely    home.             ❛          i’m    afraid    this    matter    is    rather    time    sensitive   !          ❜             musing    voice    carries    royal    weight     /    impending    doom,      however    sweet    it    may    appear.            ❛          –––––––     maybe.  .  .   i   should    go    collect    jack    myself.           ❜