The derision drops from her face in the manner of stumbling over a very steep, very sudden cliff's edge. Snap, and it's gone. Replaced by radioactive incense. A hot, volatile force to make any sensible nuclear scientist throw themself under their bed.
Oops, he did it again. Only... he's not sure which part put that look of murder in her eyes.
"Not being flippant this time," he says with his hands still up, "but which part needs clarification? You know, before I put my other foot in my mouth?"
She'd like very much to do him the solid of slamming her own foot into his mouth. Seeing that there's a wooden table in her way, she satiates her bloodlust by lurching forward like a snake to catch his shirt collar. The lack of bloody gums and chipped teeth disappoints her. Nevertheless, Carolina holds it in a white-knuckled fist. Bears her teeth like an animal and shakes him once, twice. Her chair clatters an inch or two.
"You have no idea what you're talking about. What he did after CT was gone. I'm doing him a favor by hunting him down. He'll die the only way he deserves to die; alone and begging. If that brings me one step closer to the bottom, so be it. But I will never, never share the same ground he walks on. I will never be anything like him."
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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Date: 2025-05-29 12:54 pm (UTC)The derision drops from her face in the manner of stumbling over a very steep, very sudden cliff's edge. Snap, and it's gone. Replaced by radioactive incense. A hot, volatile force to make any sensible nuclear scientist throw themself under their bed.
"Excuse me?"
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Date: 2025-05-29 01:04 pm (UTC)"Not being flippant this time," he says with his hands still up, "but which part needs clarification? You know, before I put my other foot in my mouth?"
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Date: 2025-05-29 01:26 pm (UTC)She'd like very much to do him the solid of slamming her own foot into his mouth. Seeing that there's a wooden table in her way, she satiates her bloodlust by lurching forward like a snake to catch his shirt collar. The lack of bloody gums and chipped teeth disappoints her. Nevertheless, Carolina holds it in a white-knuckled fist. Bears her teeth like an animal and shakes him once, twice. Her chair clatters an inch or two.
"You have no idea what you're talking about. What he did after CT was gone. I'm doing him a favor by hunting him down. He'll die the only way he deserves to die; alone and begging. If that brings me one step closer to the bottom, so be it. But I will never, never share the same ground he walks on. I will never be anything like him."
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Date: 2025-05-29 03:32 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2025-05-29 05:40 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2025-05-29 05:50 pm (UTC)"I hear ya, loud and clear. ...Good talk."