Always forgive your enemies. After all, nothing annoys them more.
Foaly barely suppressed the urge to hum happily to himself as he trotted through the halls of Howler’s Peak. Barely. The centaur didn’t have a death wish after all. He smiled almost contentedly (with a hint of smugness, of course) as he came to a certain pixie’s cell door. A few LEP officers stood there, though Foaly quickly dismissed them so he and the pixie could talk in private. They obliged.
“So Opie,” Foaly began, using her old nickname from when they had dated in college. Opal twitched. “You’ll never guess why I’m here.” He said in an almost (what almost?) taunting voice.
She scowled. “To rub my face in my failures, centaur?” She spit out the last word as though it were a particularly vile sin. “Or do you just enjoy watching me rot in prison?” Foaly stepped back, as though struck, a look of mock horror on his face.
A over exagerated gasp escaped his lips. “Why of course not, Opie.” Another twitch. “I just wanted to tell you something. It’s really rather important you know.” Opal scowled again, as though telling him to get to point before she suddenly cared less about her own safty and more about wringing his neck. Foaly sighed.
“I just wanted to say,” His tone was almost serious. Almost is not was though. “I forgive you.”
Opal almost screamed in rage, but contained herself. Instead, she just yelled out with her jaw dropped down to the floor. “What?!”
The familar smug smile crossed over the centaulrs long face and his golden eyes shown in delight. “I forgive you. For everything you’ve done, even killing Julius, I forgive you.” Sencerity is such an easy thing to fake, wouldn’t you agree? Foaly most certainly would.
She twitched again and snarled, clearly either enraged, annoyed, or an odd combonation of both mixed in with a little bit of the need to destory something right at that moment (preferably the centaur in front of her). Foaly decided it was most likely the latter of the three and decided to leave now before his head was impounded into one of the walls.
He smiled happily to himself as he made a quick escape. He loved the look on the pixie’s face when he got her mad, he really did. “Is that normal?” He muttered to himself, then shrugged. “Probably not. It’s not like I give a D’Arvit though.” He adjusted his tinfoil hat. “Who need normal when you have paranoia?”