[i]Shoo?[/i]

It takes you off guard and you look at him incredulously. He just [i]shooed[/i] you like you were some stray or pesky animal. How degrading. With an irritated huff, since you have no desire to get into another scuttle, you wrench the box from his hands and shove it safely back into your pocket. "Don't shoo me," you growl, although with [i]so much sass[/i] that you're not used to possessing. With that, you turn and start to make your way back to Lucy's house.