( her heart's still beating a drumline, but it's tapering off. the adrenaline is dialing back. she feels exhausted and defeated by that exhaustion, but she's done letting him see the truth of her. one little misstep, and it'll cost them both, won't it?
someone like me. she wants to call him on it, ask what use she could possibly have for a child throwing temper tantrums rather than using his big-boy words, but he's still got that glass clutched in his palm and the threat of violence lives in him, beneath the skin. she won't make that mistake. instead, she pulls out a scrap of cloth and drops it on the bar between them. )
Yes, well, if I ever need a mad dog to bite my enemies, you'll be the first one I call.
( it's perhaps a little waspish. she's still upset, and she doesn't like being frightened. )
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someone like me. she wants to call him on it, ask what use she could possibly have for a child throwing temper tantrums rather than using his big-boy words, but he's still got that glass clutched in his palm and the threat of violence lives in him, beneath the skin. she won't make that mistake. instead, she pulls out a scrap of cloth and drops it on the bar between them. )
Yes, well, if I ever need a mad dog to bite my enemies, you'll be the first one I call.
( it's perhaps a little waspish. she's still upset, and she doesn't like being frightened. )