Well, of course he could. Elle all but collapsed into the seat with a heavy eye roll, scowling and folding her legs against her chest, curling against the soft cushions.
"Good," she said, sneering at the jacket, but wrapping it around her shoulders anyway. Really, if he was going to bring her back to life because he was an indecisive psycho, couldn't he at least have the foresight to bring her something to wear. "Now you know when I'm telling the truth. I. Hate. You."
And she wasn't lying. Pretty much. She was pretty sure about that.
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Date: 2009-10-28 08:35 pm (UTC)"Good," she said, sneering at the jacket, but wrapping it around her shoulders anyway. Really, if he was going to bring her back to life because he was an indecisive psycho, couldn't he at least have the foresight to bring her something to wear. "Now you know when I'm telling the truth. I. Hate. You."
And she wasn't lying. Pretty much. She was pretty sure about that.