( he's weary . eyes remaining on sixty just in case it will do something else . )
what the fuck are you doing .แฃ
( despite the fear he felt right now , he's taking a very careful step closer . waving a hand in front of its face . )
โ So do I. โ
It's true, he has the exact grocery list that she has logged into his processor. Along with a few other things she's likely forgotten.
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โ โ โ โ huffing, hands slinking into the pockets of her hoodie,
'' eggs 'n a whole lot more. all out of detergent, too, and .. '' clicking her teeth, '' eh, a bunch of shit i gotta get. i got a list. ''
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( his yanking becomes more frantic the tighter its grip becomes , until .. he slips free far too easily .
the second he's released , he backs up a little . pointing an accusatory finger at it . )
you're fucking crazy .
You โ you're just a human. Just a human. Just a huma โ n. Humans make mistakes. So many mis โ mistakes.
[ Tightening their grip, tighter, tighter, aiming to break bone โ until suddenly, he is simply . . . released. ]
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โ โ โ โ ( well, she can't exactly get more of a ' yes ' out of him than she already has. she gets what he means, and it sends her tail into a slight wag. )
right, it's settled, then. let's go shopping, hm?
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she forgave me for that .แ
( he's squirming , trying to ignore the pain and tear himself loose .
unfortunately sixty is a * lot stronger than he is . )
[ Catching the other, before using his grip on both to spin him 'round and pin his wrists behind his back. ]
Did you care when you p โ punched Connor?
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โ โ โ โ ( brow quirking. she won't say anything ; knows it's a touchy subject. )
mmh. still kicking, so no complaining on my end. gotta go shopping today, 'm all outta food.
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