[A word like hedonism doesn't stick and is too smart but saying he could kiss her does. She goes still in the kitchen, her hand gripping the handle of her kettle tight enough to threaten to put a crack in it too. Then, once she schools her reaction a bit more, she turns to face him with her brow furrowed deeply. She's not in the mood for jokes, if this is one of them.
She's not even in the mood to hear that, at all.
After hearing that post, after talking to more people than she would have liked about what's right and wrong, who's right and who's wrong, having her heart torn in so many directions but knowing inevitably, to her, the right thing wouldn't change. While lecturing about it on the journals was a mistake, she doesn't regret it.]
I'd punch you.
[Maybe her anger has all run out, but she doesn't look mad. Serious, though. Maybe she just doesn't know how to react beyond that because she's still reeling.]
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She's not even in the mood to hear that, at all.
After hearing that post, after talking to more people than she would have liked about what's right and wrong, who's right and who's wrong, having her heart torn in so many directions but knowing inevitably, to her, the right thing wouldn't change. While lecturing about it on the journals was a mistake, she doesn't regret it.]
I'd punch you.
[Maybe her anger has all run out, but she doesn't look mad. Serious, though. Maybe she just doesn't know how to react beyond that because she's still reeling.]