Her wings flared out angrily
M: "ENOUGH."
Angie got up in his face
A: "Awwww, does Heisenberg need a napppp~?"
No Angie's the doll you're right-
M: "That is enough, both of you! I cannot afford to have you fighting amongst yourself when our mission is so crucial. The child will not be easy to obtain, her father is-difficult..."
D: "Mother Miranda, if Edevane's predictions are so volatile, surely it would be wise to dispose of the father first-"
"You have forgotten that we do not know where he is at the moment, that, nor of what he has. Even if let's say has only a handgun, he could be well enough with it to take one out, hint hint, my bet is on Angie's fragile self-"
He had the back of his fingers, (you know, like side-wise), against his mouth, covering it from Angie's view as his other hand pointed back at her, just-, stop being smug Heisenberg- -.-