[The way he says it makes her wonder. It's not particularly easing any of the concern that she's got welling up inside of her. But maybe it'll just be... another day, another night, another time of the same. Ironic that a group of misfits such as them have even gotten this fire? Halsin, right now, seems like the most unobtrusive.
Maybe it's all the fault of the tadpole.
Looking over her shoulder to where he's seated himself, she raises an eyebrow.]
Think of you? [She asks, almost incredulous.] And what do you want me to think of you, hmm? [Although, he gets what he wants. The more he frustrates her, agitates her, attempts to get under her skin, antagonises her, the more she does, in fact, think about him.]
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Maybe it's all the fault of the tadpole.
Looking over her shoulder to where he's seated himself, she raises an eyebrow.]
Think of you? [She asks, almost incredulous.] And what do you want me to think of you, hmm? [Although, he gets what he wants. The more he frustrates her, agitates her, attempts to get under her skin, antagonises her, the more she does, in fact, think about him.]