#perfectstcrm || perry hart

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Cont. from @perfectstcrm || Rose and Perry (x)

"I know. But still, I shouldn't talk like that. Even if you know I'm not angry at you, it's still unfair." Rose sighed, sitting down across from the other woman. "Just some arse at the office who sees fit to undermine me at every chance. I think he thinks he is better than me purely because I'm a woman and it frustrates me to no end."

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"Oh, bloody hell, Perry, I'm sorry." She hadn't even realised how far she had gone but the shouting definitely was a sign it was too far. "I'm sorry, it's just been an absolutely horrendous week and my head is just... No. That's no excuse to walk in here and anger dumping on you. I'm sorry."

open to all. muse: perry hart. forty four. she/her. bisexual. 'the art we are' cafe and studio owner. connection: someone to play against perry’s sunshine nature.

“you’re mostly just pacing and shouting.” perry said, tilting her head from side to side as she tracked the other, a crinkle of confusion between her brows. “which is fine, i support it, of course, but don’t think i know what you’re upset about still. you gotta lay it out for me.” her lips turned to pout as she pulled herself upright.

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"I know, I know trust me. But it's ok. I'm sure he'll get what's coming to him one way or another." Rose offered a small smile and leaned across, placing a hand atop Perry's as if to calm her down. "Tell me about your day though. I want to hear everything."

peregrine was told she was kind, compassionate and caring, which she supposed she could see, but her only intention was to make people feel seen, feel understood and loved. more often than not, she loved anyone who came into her life. "that's because, pardon my french, but that's fucking bullshit." perry's eyes narrowed, an anger of her own igniting inside her.