[ tension rises in her shoulders when he calls her out like that -- and maybe that's the only thing that keeps her from escalating to something more aggressive, like physically trying to throw him out. she isn't sure what to do with that truth yet, because she is the kind of woman who never forgets, who always holds a grudge, but he's right. she doesn't want that.
so, instead, almost petulantly, she slams the door shut behind her with a careless, effortless push of her hand, storming past him into the kitchen with her groceries. she sets them down on the counter much harder than she needs to, glaring daggers at him pointedly. ]
Oh yeah? Fuckin' wise guy. What the hell do I want then, huh?
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so, instead, almost petulantly, she slams the door shut behind her with a careless, effortless push of her hand, storming past him into the kitchen with her groceries. she sets them down on the counter much harder than she needs to, glaring daggers at him pointedly. ]
Oh yeah? Fuckin' wise guy. What the hell do I want then, huh?