ministcr:

_{It is with GREAT sadness pooling in his sapphire hues, that he regards the whisky glass held betwixt sun-kissed fingers as one would an old enemy. He can sense the cracks beginning to form along his porcelain complexion–like a doll that’s been dropped on its head at the hand of those CAUSTIC words.} 

_{‘ Please, neighbour, I’m only being hospitable. There’s no need to be so aggressive…have you…have you tried the cupcakes yet? I made them myself.’} 

    _{❝And if I said} no?_{❞ by this point, Robert was just testing the minister’s patience, seeing how far he could push Joseph before his facade cracked. The cupcakes did look quite delicious, though… Perhaps he could help himself to one once Joseph had the gall to turn his back} ( Not that he couldn’t just eat one right in front of the other, but that would RUIN his spiteful composition ).

    _❝And NEIGHBOUR– _{don’t call me that. Don’t call me anything. Don’t even look at me. Your politeness is tiring. So go do the world a favor and go grab the fire cracker that Ernest chucked in your recycling bin.❞}