[She watches him with that deliberate impassive expression. If she gives him an inch, in letting him see her sympathise or freak out, he'll push harder and try to take the mile. She knows his type.
I'm not letting anyone push me around. Not even you, Angel. Sorry.
[He flips her off with of 3 of his 4 (current) hands, the 4th reaching back to claim the stupid gun from the table before he stalks off, heels clicking loudly.]
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:41 am (UTC)I'm not letting anyone push me around. Not even you, Angel. Sorry.
Instead she just takes another swig of her beer.]
Thanks for hearing me out.
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Date: 2024-07-19 04:45 am (UTC)