89. Accent

Desmond Miles and Shaun Hastings


Desmond stared at Shaun, unblinking and curious. Shaun sneered at him for good measure, and Desmond made a face.

"The hell are you staring at?" Shaun demanded.

"The hell are you staring at," Desmond mocked, and Shaun snarled. "Your accent. God, your fucking accent. It's... poncy."

"Fuck you, it is not poncy, and I do not have an accent, you have an accent." Shaun scowled.

"I don't have an accent. And you're in America, asshole, you have the accent." Desmond corrected. Shaun's scowl deepened.

"Well, mate, seeing as you American fucks were founded by Brits, I'd say you have the accent." Shaun said scathingly, and he gathered his books and tried to leave, but not before Desmond cranked out a pip pip, guv'ner that made Shaun grit his teeth.