[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/170727/289a46920195e3ec34b8784bf3931046.png[/img][/center]"Excuse me?" Lacey stopped walking, turning around to face Isaac. For a moment, she just stared at him, gauging the expression on his face. Lacey couldn't help but get the sudden urge to punch him, to break his glasses to cause further injury, making him bleed, maybe even cause permanent damage to one of his eyes, or both. But that was an impulsive thought; she'd never act on it unless she was provoked enough to get to that point. Sometimes she got angry a little too quickly, but another part of her was also there to remind her of the repercussions if she were to act out, and she was always extremely thankful for the restraint she was able to show

"Maybe you should watch where you're going," she continued, taking a step towards Isaac to close the distance between the both of them. "You're the thief, right? I mean, did mommy and daddy not have enough money to support you? Is that why you're wearing outdated glasses? It makes sense now..." Lacey said with a smirk and just the slightest trace of pity. "Here, let me help you." Without waiting for a response, she pushed Isaac out of the way with her arm to clear her path.

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