Like I'd fucking want them back after they've touched your grimy-ass face!
[she screams it at him as he ascends the stairway, more to avenge herself of that unwarranted shoulder pat than any lingering rage over the poor abused makeup pencils.
if Kaneda lingers by the basement door for a moment or two afterwards, however, he may get a peek at something a little more guarded. Hazel glares up at the now-empty stairs for a beat, just for good measure, before pulling the curtains around her and sitting down on the mattress. and from behind that fragile barrier, a quiet sob escapes.
this really was too much kindness to waste on her.]
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[she screams it at him as he ascends the stairway, more to avenge herself of that unwarranted shoulder pat than any lingering rage over the poor abused makeup pencils.
if Kaneda lingers by the basement door for a moment or two afterwards, however, he may get a peek at something a little more guarded. Hazel glares up at the now-empty stairs for a beat, just for good measure, before pulling the curtains around her and sitting down on the mattress. and from behind that fragile barrier, a quiet sob escapes.
this really was too much kindness to waste on her.]