[ yoru's fingers tighten around the flimsy scruff of his clothes like she was only seconds away from slipping another hand around that soft neck and crushing his airways. self-control comes in the form of asa batting her thoughts away and begging not to— so annoying. with a snarl that lifts her lip and allows something close to a hiss slides past her lips, yoru shoves the boy away from her. ]
Don't tell me what to do, [ rrrrr— ] I could just— [ her fingers curl and claw in the direction of his belly, because she is thinking about using your guts as a whip!!!! but you know what? she just bats the air in his direction with another bah!. asa wins. she's not looking. just following, but yoru is storming as she does. ] Why?!
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Don't tell me what to do, [ rrrrr— ] I could just— [ her fingers curl and claw in the direction of his belly, because she is thinking about using your guts as a whip!!!! but you know what? she just bats the air in his direction with another bah!. asa wins. she's not looking. just following, but yoru is storming as she does. ] Why?!