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 Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 5:07 am
A little frustrated sound, not exactly a sigh, accompanied his touching his fingertips to the back of her wrist and then drawing away immediately. He passed his hand over his mouth in restless irritation. "I just--let's not. Any more." Ever, was the unspoken but all-too-audible conclusion. "It was a bad idea to begin with and it's a worse idea every time."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 5:24 am
She was up and standing straight, irritation segueing straight into outright anger. Voice raising, her posture went back to almost painfully erect as she explained, for the second time that day, the what she was indeed a ******** a gift, you're welcome. "Excuse you, Taym, but I am never a bad idea! Let alone one that gets worse with time. Jesus wept, why the hell would you...I mean, really, just because..."
Her voice cut off abruptly as her eyes landed on the wall that connected to room 110. "Oh." Her owned jaw worked and tightened. "Yeah I ********> She wanted to tell Taym that Lawrence probably wouldn't threaten him anymore, but that'd just be a wishful lie. And yeah, one likely to get worse the longer things went on. "Right, right ********>" There was probably an apology to be made, she felt it all ready and unsaid; but even with understanding, rage and disappointment at the man in front of her filled her throat, blocking off any further comment.
Swiping up the glasses from his desk, she looked to see where she'd kicked off the heels.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 5:30 am
And was interrupted, his hand closing on her arm to wheel her back around to face him because apparently--apparently--Taym's utter avoidance of eye contact only held when he wasn't incubating a swell of wrath. "Don't you ********' oh me," he said, and he wasn't raising his voice but there was an edge to it that said yet. "This has nothing to do with him even if he is certainly a complicating ********' factor. And while we're at it don't you ********' twist my words around and pretend like I was offering up a personal insult."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 5:40 am
"Well what the <********> am I supposed to think when everything's fine and then my psychotic ******** stalker comes up and suddenly it's all let's not!" Where he wasn't raising his voice, she certainly had no hesitation to do so. "And how wouldn't that be a personal insult?! <******** you, because I am insulted, especially if you don't think it was personal because this..." she waved her free arm between them, "which is apparently a bad idea, happens to involve me!"
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 5:44 am
Ah, there it was: he was raising his voice to match hers, tightening his fingers in pace with the rising volume. "The only thing he has to do with this conversation was making it easier to broach the ********' topic, but if you want to get into why he's an issue maybe we can start with the fact that you always look so goddamned delighted every time you bring up his ********' escapades, because I gotta say it's sending some clear ******** messages."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 5:57 am
"Delighted?" She pushed at his chest, not anywhere near as hard as she could, but enough to make it clear that he was in her space and that was not a particularly good place to be right now. "Exactly what messages do you think I'm sending? You think I like turning around every other moment and finding him there? You think I like the ******** messages he sends? You think I'm happy when I open my bedroom door and he's standing there, waiting? You think I was just ********> thrilled when he cut off his own hand just so he wouldn't have to leave me alone? YOU THINK I WAS JUST SO GODDAMN DELIGHTED WHEN HE TRIED TO GET YOU KILLED?" She jerked her arm, "HOW ABOUT THIS FOR A CLEAR ******** MESSAGE: YOU'RE AN a*****e!"
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 5:59 am
A sudden silence and then, vicious, mocking, and startlingly accurate: " You're a good man, Obadiah Thompson."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 6:07 am
She paused for a moment in disbelief but then came the resigned, of course. Of ******** course he would. Voice dropping abruptly, she agreed, clearly unhappy, "Yeah, you are. But that doesn't make you right."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 6:17 am
This was not the response he'd hoped for or wanted. He'd wanted her to lash out again, to render the statement meaningless, to question whether she'd ever meant it. He'd wanted her to make him question it, more than he already did. " This. This is why it's a bad idea," he said, as though he were talking to himself. "Because ******** you, because I am ******** trying to work on my bad ******** habits, and the biggest one I have is telling myself 'this'll be fine' even when I know it's bullshit. It is not fine. It will not be fine. It wasn't going to be fine the first ******** time, and I knew it then. I know," he said suddenly, viciously, "exactly what I am to you, and I don't need it to get more ******** complicated than it already is. Which is extremely ******** complicated." He realized he was still holding her arm, hard, far harder than he needed to, and he let her go.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 6:35 am
"You always gotta see some sort of misery ahead, don't you?" The comment had lost most of it's heat, the more immediate anger fading as Taym grew more and more vague and strange. He let go of her arm and she touched it, face a bit pensive, then gave a mental shrug as she went to slip on one shoe and then the other. Nothing that wouldn't fade in a few hours.
"You go out of your way to make things complicated, Obadiah," America answered, sounding tired as she straightened her clothes. "So okay. Can't say I appreciate your timing, but okay. I'll refrain from anymore..." she paused and rolled her eyes, "unwelcome advances that'll further complicate your life. Happy?" It was asked with a bitter huff of laughter, because this was Obadiah Thompson and of course not.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 6:39 am
It was tempting to try and hang on to some scrap of dignity, or even more appealing, to yell at her some more--he would dearly, dearly love to yell at her some more--but instead, after a pause, he opted for childishness instead of an answer, crawling into bed and yanking a pillow over his head and saying absolutely nothing. There was nothing cool about it. It would have made a teenage boy ashamed. He wasn't even trying.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 6:47 am
She looked at the miserable figure and sighed, muttering to herself, "Yeah, love you too. Friends forever. Awesome talk." Jaw tight, she let herself out. It was tempting to kick at 110's door, ask if he'd enjoyed the ******** show, but she'd had more than enough aggravation form that direction the past few days. Instead she kept her posture, and anyone who had known her aunt would recognize the lines of that bearing, and moved on.
The heels clicked down the hallway, a steady, unfaltering rhythm until they faded away altogether.
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