It probably says nothing good about the state of his psyche that his first thought upon being manhandled isn't "Ah!" but "Ah-ha!" He'll unpack that later.
For now, he's keeping himself nice and loose in her grip, just in case she does follow through on the threats of violence radiating off her like gamma waves.
"I don't know, specifically," he agrees. "I can't know. What I do know is people don't say things like 'I will never be anything like him' unless it's personal. So what did he do?"
"I'm not telling you!" Carolina shakes him again. Tosses him back into his chair and stands. "You think people just go around sharing all the ways they were wronged over dinner? Like I'd happily divulge that to some idiot who thought it'd be a smart idea to waltz my way, asking questions he doesn't deserve to know the answer to?!"
The complexity of her rage takes the form of wrinkled eye-corners, of a perfect u-shaped frown. She throws herself away from the table before it becomes kindle to her rapidly-catching fire.
"I told you what you wanted to know about CT and I. I entertained your fraternizing. Now, I'm done."
She makes for the door. Stops once and sends a scathing look over her shoulder.
"If you bother me again, I'll break your arms. Understand?"
Brat that he is, he doesn't even have the decency to look properly scared by her threat--not that he doesn't think she means it. (He value his arms not being crooked, so he's not making any moves to stand up or stop her.)
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For now, he's keeping himself nice and loose in her grip, just in case she does follow through on the threats of violence radiating off her like gamma waves.
"I don't know, specifically," he agrees. "I can't know. What I do know is people don't say things like 'I will never be anything like him' unless it's personal. So what did he do?"
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"I'm not telling you!" Carolina shakes him again. Tosses him back into his chair and stands. "You think people just go around sharing all the ways they were wronged over dinner? Like I'd happily divulge that to some idiot who thought it'd be a smart idea to waltz my way, asking questions he doesn't deserve to know the answer to?!"
The complexity of her rage takes the form of wrinkled eye-corners, of a perfect u-shaped frown. She throws herself away from the table before it becomes kindle to her rapidly-catching fire.
"I told you what you wanted to know about CT and I. I entertained your fraternizing. Now, I'm done."
She makes for the door. Stops once and sends a scathing look over her shoulder.
"If you bother me again, I'll break your arms. Understand?"
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"I hear ya, loud and clear. ...Good talk."