My job? [ who taught you manners, shu. for all of his blatant rudeness, clary doesn't sound offended by his presumptuousness. if anything, she leans more toward incredulous, maybe even a little indignant, that he's roped her into being his personal body heater without any shame. ] Since when am I getting paid for this?
[ or rewarded for it in anything more than shu's rude and entitled, for that matter. it's more of a rhetorical question, regardless, given the thick sarcasm dripping from that quip.
any other attempts at firing back her retorts are stifled by the bent knee brushing against her own, making a sound in the back of her throat at the contact. the proximity isn't what's the more discomforting factor; like she's already complained, he's frigid to the touch, and there's hardly any way she's going to manage to relax while he's leeching off of her heat like this. ]
Are you even going to warm up if I agree to this? [ her head shifts once his own does, staring back. she can make out most of his expression from the kindling fire casting shadows along the tent if she narrows her eyes, though it's not so useful when he doesn't look familiar to her in the least. ] Or am I going to have to keep shivering because you're a literal glacier?
[ it's an important question, because she might concede to her arm being taken captive if she's not going to be shivering for hours. it's easier than arguing with him about his clinging, honestly. ]
shu.
[ or rewarded for it in anything more than shu's rude and entitled, for that matter. it's more of a rhetorical question, regardless, given the thick sarcasm dripping from that quip.
any other attempts at firing back her retorts are stifled by the bent knee brushing against her own, making a sound in the back of her throat at the contact. the proximity isn't what's the more discomforting factor; like she's already complained, he's frigid to the touch, and there's hardly any way she's going to manage to relax while he's leeching off of her heat like this. ]
Are you even going to warm up if I agree to this? [ her head shifts once his own does, staring back. she can make out most of his expression from the kindling fire casting shadows along the tent if she narrows her eyes, though it's not so useful when he doesn't look familiar to her in the least. ] Or am I going to have to keep shivering because you're a literal glacier?
[ it's an important question, because she might concede to her arm being taken captive if she's not going to be shivering for hours. it's easier than arguing with him about his clinging, honestly. ]