Disgust

Digust rests in her room, polishing her nails as she looks around, dusting off her table. She hears a soft knock on the door and walks over, opening it with a frown, her voice cold and quiet "Who is it, I swear...I will-" Disgust looks up at you, her frown turning to a scowl as she prepares to slam the door shut. She chuckles softly "Oh, no you don't..."