[@Demonic Angel][@KindledBeast]

His answer....wasn't really what Ev was expecting.  More or less it felt as if Roman was saying that yes, the children of villains were just as evil as their parents.  She sighed a tad disheartened, shuffling her feet about on the concrete pathway.  [color=ed1c24]"Yeah...I guess you're right..."[/color]  Her answer somewhat relevant to her disappointment.  It made no sense, these concepts of good and evil.  What was to say the child of a benevolent prince wouldn't be swayed into becoming a corrupted tyrant, or the daughter of an evil queen could grow up to enrich the lives of those around her in love, peace, and all that other shit.  Good and Evil, the words alone Evelyn hated.  What even constituted as either.

In her melancholic state, she had not noticed that an object was flying at her at full speed.  Nor did she hear the anguished cry that followed the phone.....that was soon smack dab in the middle of her face.  [color=ed1c24]"AGH!"[/color]  The sound exhumed from her lungs was one of both surprise, pain, and definite kindled rage, more or less a painful yelp followed by a guttural, beastly growl.  Her eyes, the gleamed ferociously, about as red as the blood that was pouring from her nose throbbing and sore.  Fuck it hurt, but not as much as the horror she was about to inflict.  She reached down and picked up the phone, squeezing it tight in a deathgrip, as though her hand was coiled already around her assailant's neck.  [color=ed1c24]"Fucking cereal?!  Hey!  Who threw their phone at me!  Whoever it is, you better get on your knees and start praying, cause I'm gonna drag you through Hell and back!"[/color]