His answer annoyed her; it was as if she just asked him if he wanted to keep the television on. Either way is fine. What kind of answer was that? The correct one was to take it off, because nine times out of ten, that was always the answer.
Not that she hadn't heard his before, either. In shy little mutterings paired with awkward glances, as if she didn't know the real answer was yes. But he didn't mutter, and he didn't sound shy.
She tried not to huff in irritation as he sat, his posture tense and uncomfortable again, his figure taking up most of the seat and making him seem too big and out of place surrounded by so much magenta. She was still bristling at she stared at him, trying not to glare through the awkward pause.
"Fine," she bit out, with a little too much punch, and walked over without taking it off. It was his money.
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Date: 2010-01-21 08:28 am (UTC)Not that she hadn't heard his before, either. In shy little mutterings paired with awkward glances, as if she didn't know the real answer was yes. But he didn't mutter, and he didn't sound shy.
She tried not to huff in irritation as he sat, his posture tense and uncomfortable again, his figure taking up most of the seat and making him seem too big and out of place surrounded by so much magenta. She was still bristling at she stared at him, trying not to glare through the awkward pause.
"Fine," she bit out, with a little too much punch, and walked over without taking it off. It was his money.