"Lady Lucien, how dare you–"
*SLAM*
The lady who just yelled had her head now pressed on the cream cupcakes at the table which was placed on the plate. The blow on the table created a slight tremor, jerking all the food and utensils on the table.
*gasp!!!*
Lucien carefully breathes in and exhausts it out. Her hand finally lets go of the hair of the lady and leans back on her chair.
"It sure is infuriating to conduct like a decent person."
The lady who had her face smeared with the cream leaned back with the help of the other lady who was seated beside her.
"Lady Lucien, what kind of a behavior–"
"Shut up."
Just as Cresella interrupts who was as well stunned by her behavior, Lucien cuts in without a bother.
"W-what?"
"Did you not understand what I have said?" Lucien flips back her wet hair which scented sweet and sour now. "Or should I recite again the definition of shutting up one's clutter mouth?"
