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"Didn't anyone ever teach you that pointing is rude fernando?" at least that was what she had been taught growing up and it was obviously something she took at least a mild offense to because of it. Otherwise though, she seems unbothered by him, nothing abnormal as she's become used to the man more than she thinks she likes some times.

The look she gives him is neither here nor there. "And for two?" she humors him, or perhaps looks to set a trap and see if there even is a part two to this statement. Not that she thinks there won't be, Fernando's not the type to give her that sort of victory, not really anyway.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"Oh. That must be why I find it so easy to disregard yours then!" she sounds almost pleased in the realization. Though mostly a jest, playing along with his comment in her own form of taunting him by refusing to allow him to get the best of her there was a hint of truth in it. Despite the obvious authority he technically had over her Isra obeyed the concept loosely and had no qualms with defying it where she felt the need to. Or could get away with. Whether directly or indirectly.

Isra finds herself a little peckish and begins to rummage around the desk for something to snack on while they talk. "I still don't agree on your definition of dream job though, this is definitely not mine."

Why would anyone want to be stuck in the same for walls 5 days a week like this?

FERNANDO SILPH

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"Or maybe everyone else's doesn't and mine should because I do differ." she almost offers though she knows his response will likely be some form of a snort and retort about it being bullshit or some such thing like that but it's how their tit for tats boil down, their back and forth comments have never been anything less.

Isra has to stop when he inquires something of her though, actually having to think for a moment. "I'm not sure actually, but definitely something more active I'm a bit tired of being in this box so much."

The woman was in no way made for office work, despite how well she performs at it.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"And?" since when has Isra been a part of society? Sure on a technical level but Isra had never really considered herself a part of the populace at large and it put a gap in their conversation piece. They would never see eye to eye when they were looking from two very different levels of the castle.

Without hesitation she picks up a rubber band and slips it on her thumb. With surprising speed and aim the woman pulls it back and sling shots it right for Fernando's chest. "Now you're just being a jerk on purpose."

She starts looking for another one, just in case.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"To you." she finalizes, something she's well aware of but it only pushes her to defy him more than she already does. They're little tit for tat has almost become too familiar and more often than not Isra finds herself following the same circle as ever with him. It is familiar in a way others might get comfortable with, that perhaps even his is now comfortable with but to her is is like pacing a circle in a cage.

Eyes roll and she returns to rummaging through the desk for wherever her snacks have gone off to this time. Though she always returns them to the same place she gets the feeling her banette has been moving them when she is not looking, sensing her need for a breaks in the routine and giving it to her where he can.

"There are always monsters that need slaying Fernando, it doesn't hurt to waste a little time sometimes."

She makes no move to stop him of course, because she's already completed her goal here anyway. He's not nearly as riled as he was when he first entered the office and the night can return to the same serenity it has always offered her.

FERNANDO SILPH