If looks could kill,as much as I hate speaking in cliches,one of us,probably me,would be dead.
My muse pins me in place with her steely stare but she speaks to him.
"Have you made any progress yet?"Her voice is icy disapproval.
"This one is a tough nut to crack,
(more)a little more time wouldn't hurt,"his hulking green mass rippled as he spoke.
"Time is something we don't have much more of,"she huffed."I can't hold it back much longer."
It's suffocating in here and I'm beginning to have trouble breathing.
Maybe it's just nerves.
"Did you give her the ring yet,"she asks in her cranky-voice.
"I showed it to her,"Mr Greenie answered.
These damn Djinn and their name-withholding thing is really grating my nerves.
"Showed it to her?What good is showing it to her?She's a human! You can't just show her something like that and expect her to,what? Figure it out on her own?"
Her eyes were narrowed and crackling red. Her focus was off me and she was in a stare-down with Mr Green-Gene. His blue eyes were turning bullet-gray.
"She isn't the brightest bulb in the-"
"HEY!"
My little outburst is enough to stop their bickering and they turn in unison toward me,shocked.
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here!"I'm just getting myself riled up for a good rant when my muse points one long red-tipped finger at me.
"You," her voice is low and menacing,"are a mosquito. I could easily crush you and I'm starting to think that you'd be a lot less trouble dead."
Mr Green-Gene was standing behind her. He stared at me intensely giving me a barely perceptible nod and murmured something that froze my muse in place.
"Ok Kitten,now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?" He flashed me an extra-toothy grin.(less)
