[I'll make you wish for death, grr, is exactly how he makes her feel with that remark. Nebula stiffens, hands gripping the handle of the fork with the thought of it only takes a good stab in the eye — And then sighs with deep annoyance.
Drops it in the clean sink and picks up the towel lying nearby. With the same rough movement she would have used to stab a fork in a tender place, she moves to shove the towel into his chest as if to say 'clean the rest of your dishes,' and adds with a snort: ]
I'm not the idiot who fell for you.
[ ... said. like she... doesn't sometimes feel like she feels a lot of things for him that she doesn't want to (or would never truly to piece together) ]
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Drops it in the clean sink and picks up the towel lying nearby. With the same rough movement she would have used to stab a fork in a tender place, she moves to shove the towel into his chest as if to say 'clean the rest of your dishes,' and adds with a snort: ]
I'm not the idiot who fell for you.
[ ... said. like she... doesn't sometimes feel like she feels a lot of things for him that she doesn't want to (or would never truly to piece together) ]