But I don't want to fight

The little china doll just had to have the last word. A sigh trickled past her lips as she listened to the pathetic whining going on behind her. Mismatched optics rolled towards the heavens, exasperation reading in the lines of her moving form. Absinthe stopped short, when confronted by this tiny girl trying to seem like the better person. She had the audacity to cut her off, and was wailing like a banshee about how unfair everything was. "I'm sorry, why exactly can't I ignore you?" She questioned coldly. One brow arched, seeking an answer upon the girl's features. "Is there a rule somewhere that says we have to be besties?" She sneered the last word, slurring it into a mockery of the other female's innocent falsetto. Her lip curled in disgust as she continued. "Why can't you just do you job, and make sure my best friend doesn't die, and that's it?" She demanded harshly, hackles bristling. As sweet as her southern accent could seem at times, now it was downright condescending in the worst of ways.

"Contrary to what you may think, not everyone wants to see you fawning over Bacc like he's made of sunshine and rainbows, honey." She crooned, sneering at the chocolate child. With that, she lifted her chin, stepped around the girl, and continued walking. Hopefully that would be the end of that and Bacc could resume his life. Maybe then, he would recognize how irritating this girl was. Things could get back to normal.