(He is having his enrichment, she isn't murdering him, but instead, letting him humble her, so APPRECIATE IT, hoe.
Her eyes roll, although that means very little considering they're glowing white and she's off doing this stupid bit. Like she promised, she'll even make the fucking flatscan work for it.
Jayce doesn't manage a nosebleed out of her, but a relentless migraine and tinnitus? Granted, and she winces from pain in her spot on the bed before hiding her head under the pillows. In this disco ball of a room. Too much, too much.)
I fucking hate you so fucking much, Quire, holy shit.
(Muffled from under the pillow, she's gonna need a hot minute. This sucks.)
[Ah, yes, he is very enriched now. And very much not unbearably smug.]
Psh, I'm helping you. This shit builds character.
[Yes. Character building. Which she definitely asked for.
If she was close enough, he'd pat her on the back in a facetious show of comfort. But that requires getting up, and he's too lazy to do that. So she just gets the psychic impression of the concept of him comforting her or whatever. That's close enough, right?]
(She needs just a hot minute, and there he is, there-there-ing her in her brain. If she sucks, he sucks too, he better not forget it, and she gives him the equivalent of a wave of dismissal. Bitch. If you wanna comfort her, you have two very functional legs that you can use to walk over here yourself, Quire. 1 for Effort.
Very slowly, she sits back again, fingers pressed against her temples in a futile attempt to soothe her headache.)
There are other ways to help that don't include a migraine.
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Her eyes roll, although that means very little considering they're glowing white and she's off doing this stupid bit. Like she promised, she'll even make the fucking flatscan work for it.
Jayce doesn't manage a nosebleed out of her, but a relentless migraine and tinnitus? Granted, and she winces from pain in her spot on the bed before hiding her head under the pillows. In this disco ball of a room. Too much, too much.)
I fucking hate you so fucking much, Quire, holy shit.
(Muffled from under the pillow, she's gonna need a hot minute. This sucks.)
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Psh, I'm helping you. This shit builds character.
[Yes. Character building. Which she definitely asked for.
If she was close enough, he'd pat her on the back in a facetious show of comfort. But that requires getting up, and he's too lazy to do that. So she just gets the psychic impression of the concept of him comforting her or whatever. That's close enough, right?]
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Very slowly, she sits back again, fingers pressed against her temples in a futile attempt to soothe her headache.)
There are other ways to help that don't include a migraine.
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Took you two times getting booted out of Keller's brain before you listened, right?
[And no, he's still not getting up. This is tough love.]
Just saying, kinda seems like migraine is the best way you learn.
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Her index finger points up, the clear sign of 'acshually' before she does, indeed, acshually.)
To be fair, Laura asked me to do it the first time, in what universe do I say 'no' to Laura?
(Hello?????)
... Look, fine, okay. Fine, I deserved this one, too.