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[elevelvetor]

Elizabeth Velveteen

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[elevelvetor]

[ He's not here to yell at her, but she's obviously getting scolded, and it burns. Damn straight she's denying the frustration because it isn't going to help—she can yell and scream all she wants, if she wants, but it isn't like it's going to change anything. It'll be catharsis and nothing more, and while catharsis is all well and good, if she's going to do it, she'll do it on her own.

She's an adult, so she can take care of herself and deal with things in her own way—it's childish to throw a fit about what you can't control, and... maybe she is trying to impress someone, or impress that onto everyone. That she doesn't need help—that she absolutely has everything under control.

Elizabeth gently pushes most of her food aside and focuses on her ice cream, unable to keep herself from pouting around the spoon. ]

The fries don't deserve that.

[ ...which is the stupidest sentence ever, she's aware. ]

[feistytrader]

...The fries don't deserve that.

[He'll concede that much and. Stop throwing the fries, for starters. Realize just how hungry he is and shovel the rest of his food down his throat, for another.

He's being too hard on her. After everything that's happened? He's being much too hard on her. And who the hell is he, anyway? He shouldn't just decide they're close and act accordingly. Not after a few short months.]

Sorry. If you do ever want yell about this stuff with, I'll hear you out.

[But I won't push you anymore is the implication.]

[elevelvetor]

I'll keep it in mind. [ It's delicately said, high and detached, though she... deliberately softens her voice after a bit, glancing at him. ] Thank you, Silver; your apology is accepted. And... I'm sorry for snapping at you as well.

[ ...snapping, yes, that's what she did. ]