(The sheer annoyance that comes out from such a small thing like the color of his telekinesis. That little reminder that they were second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth place in class compared to this dorkus. She might have just called him out for the ugly, green look of jealousy, but her own too reveals itself. It bubbles before she catches it to the surface. Great, just great, things were so much easy to manage when her brain was five brains, and they would catch each other.
Loneliness. Alone. No, that's not the point. Mute, mute, mute. Mute. At least now, locked in, she can also be mad that he is here. She was dumbfounded, but ultimately slightly impressed at him yesterday for his display of an actual attitude towards her actions. Today, he went back to zero. She's hard to please, unfortunately.
Fine. She'll sip at the champagne, the surface pleased with the bubbly taste against her tongue before she replays the conversation they had yesterday. His voice resonates to both their brains; "/I'm not bringing you take out and champagne for your date with Julian Keller after you told him our fucking cult island exploded!/"; "/Newsflash, Sophie, Krakoa was my home too. I just don't—/"; "/It's fine. I lost my temper, that's all./"...
And she taps her glass with her finger, as if she was punctuating something.)
/Was this because I was a bitch or was this because of something else that you're not telling me?/
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Loneliness. Alone. No, that's not the point. Mute, mute, mute. Mute. At least now, locked in, she can also be mad that he is here. She was dumbfounded, but ultimately slightly impressed at him yesterday for his display of an actual attitude towards her actions. Today, he went back to zero. She's hard to please, unfortunately.
Fine. She'll sip at the champagne, the surface pleased with the bubbly taste against her tongue before she replays the conversation they had yesterday. His voice resonates to both their brains; "/I'm not bringing you take out and champagne for your date with Julian Keller after you told him our fucking cult island exploded!/"; "/Newsflash, Sophie, Krakoa was my home too. I just don't—/"; "/It's fine. I lost my temper, that's all./"...
And she taps her glass with her finger, as if she was punctuating something.)
/Was this because I was a bitch or was this because of something else that you're not telling me?/