** “you want to just — okay. i can find a place for tonight. you don’t have to leave the place you live at. you have my location so you know where i’m at.
i’ll call you when i get there. let’s not argue more than we already have, then.”
“i don’t know! i’m sorry for accusing you, but i’m on a deadline and i’m fucking stressed. forgive me for jumping the gun.”
watching him with a close eye as he moves to the kitchen, grabbing her bag and slouching it over her shoulder. she’s avoiding eye contact. **
“Well it sure sounded like an accusation, Josephine, whether you say it wasn’t or not. How else was I supposed to take that?”
His eyes narrowed, expression shifting from concern to anger, anger to hurt, then nothing at all. He gave a shrug of his shoulders, turning on his heel »
“i just told you, i wasn’t accusing you. i’m just asking if you did! and if you didn’t, then that’s all you had to say.
i don’t like to leave my shit at school, jason. it’s difficult for me to keep track of that kind of stuff if it isn’t with me.”
trying to look around **
His concern melted partially away, brows stitching together while he mulled over her response. That’s anger — confusing, and out of place as far as he’s concerned, and the undisguised accusation only brought unwanted tension and frustration.
“No..? Why would I? I don’t play »
biting the inside of her cheek as she looks downward — complete silence. closing her bag with a flare of nostrils; pink hues flashing back up at jason.
“nothing. i think an assignment i had been working on is missing. did you do something with it? **
“That’s quite the expression. What’d I do now?” Teasing, although he couldn’t deny feeling concerned about that look on her face. One moment she’d been rummaging through her bag, and the next it was as though her mood completely flipped out of nowhere.
Before uttering another »
( @rothrite. )
standing around a bookshop in gotham; she turns to notice raven nearby. her eyes light up — jogging over to the other.
"oh my gooooshhh. okay, hope this isn't super weird, but i am *totally digging your hair color right now."
( @BACTERIACENE. )
presenting qui with a vial of fear liquid; stars in her eyes as she looks up at them.
"so ... i have a bit of some stuff for us to experiment on. do you think you're interested?"
( @mortisvivus. )
currently looking through her bag for some items she was using to build; eyebrows furrowed as she notices some items missing.
lips pursed, staring into the abyss. there's no way he found them. *no way.