[ Just in case her little poem didn't signal she's not happy, she figures this'll make it crystal clear. You know, with as few words as possible, because typing all that had hurt. ]
asshole
[ She weakly tosses her phone away to the floor, staring up at the ceiling of her room. He can try all his usual tricks to try to get her attention, but she doesn't care. She'll just wallow in her misery while the phone goes nuts. ]
[ There's no alarm. No relief. Just the burn of jealous rage. If he wanted her to pay attention? She was damn well going to pay attention now.
It's about two hours later when she finally does give some sort of response. She needed to seek some comfort elsewhere, and definitely not with him. But since she was going to make all that effort to stand, why not give him something?
So, she hobbles over to her phone, eyebrow creeping higher and higher with each subsequent message. Her response?
Well, it's not the best picture. A little blurry and off-center, really. But her mangled middle finger should be obvious enough. He can thank Proto for giving her the idea for such a well thought out, rational reply.
With that, she drops her phone onto the bed and leaves her room. He can scream into the void like she used to have to do. ]
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HERE I AM AGAIN, AS USUAL
asshole
[ She weakly tosses her phone away to the floor, staring up at the ceiling of her room. He can try all his usual tricks to try to get her attention, but she doesn't care. She'll just wallow in her misery while the phone goes nuts. ]
HELLO
she's just a friend
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
[ He doesn't actually blow up her phone as much as usual. Which should.....maybe be alarming. Or maybe it'll be relieving. ]
no subject
It's about two hours later when she finally does give some sort of response. She needed to seek some comfort elsewhere, and definitely not with him. But since she was going to make all that effort to stand, why not give him something?
So, she hobbles over to her phone, eyebrow creeping higher and higher with each subsequent message. Her response?
Well, it's not the best picture. A little blurry and off-center, really. But her mangled middle finger should be obvious enough. He can thank Proto for giving her the idea for such a well thought out, rational reply.
With that, she drops her phone onto the bed and leaves her room. He can scream into the void like she used to have to do. ]