Luka doesn't hear Gyre at first. He's reeling from being hit in the face with a cupcake out of nowhere!! As if his face and his ego hadn't taken enough of a beating. At least there were no cameras to capture this one for all of social media to see.
He pulls the remnants of cupcake and frosting from his face with disgust and rears a hand back into the air, smashing it back down on the table in front of Five. His instinct is to lunge across at her next, to do something to not let this slight go unpunished, but then Gyre's words reach him and he holds himself back.
"That's what I said!" He says through grit teeth. "I was expecting her to fuck off. What is she doing here anyway?!"
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He pulls the remnants of cupcake and frosting from his face with disgust and rears a hand back into the air, smashing it back down on the table in front of Five. His instinct is to lunge across at her next, to do something to not let this slight go unpunished, but then Gyre's words reach him and he holds himself back.
"That's what I said!" He says through grit teeth. "I was expecting her to fuck off. What is she doing here anyway?!"