[Fiona, who prides herself on her emotional restraint, assumes she's
being teased for her earlier failure. Her mouth twists into a frown-- anger
is safer.] Okay, fucking tell people, see if I care. [She
folds her arms over her chest. This is rapidly approaching kindergarten
levels of maturity, but who cares, she's going to win.]
Yeah, you're real fucking great at stabbing yourself, congrats. [She
realizes that her bluff is somewhat moot, because Wilson is great, but he's
also fucking strange. She's going to have to show her hand, isn't she? Or,
well. She's going to have to stop pretending like she's got a hand to show.]
[She deflates a little, but the anger stays on her face.]
Just leave out the part where I cried like a bitch, okay?
[Great. Peachy. He just throws his hands up and walks, viciously kicking out whenever he walks by one of those strange snowpeople lurking outside of people's rovers.
[Fiona would like to keep going, possibly yelling something about
how there's someone here named Obi-Wan Kenobi, but then he whirls on her,
and that throws her off a little. It seems meaner than she wants to be.]
[Instead, she reaches down to grab a snowball and lob it at her
head. That's perfectly reasonable. Her aim is... not bad.]
[His expression is venomous, and for a moment, he's really debating retaliating with either snow or a bullet. Fortunately, he seems inclined to spin on his heel again, stomping off back towards his rover.
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Date: 2014-10-14 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-14 06:42 pm (UTC)[Fiona, who prides herself on her emotional restraint, assumes she's being teased for her earlier failure. Her mouth twists into a frown-- anger is safer.] Okay, fucking tell people, see if I care. [She folds her arms over her chest. This is rapidly approaching kindergarten levels of maturity, but who cares, she's going to win.]
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Date: 2014-10-14 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-14 06:50 pm (UTC)Yeah, you're real fucking great at stabbing yourself, congrats. [She realizes that her bluff is somewhat moot, because Wilson is great, but he's also fucking strange. She's going to have to show her hand, isn't she? Or, well. She's going to have to stop pretending like she's got a hand to show.]
[She deflates a little, but the anger stays on her face.] Just leave out the part where I cried like a bitch, okay?
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Date: 2014-10-14 06:52 pm (UTC)[The crying?] I'm not fuckin' telling anyone, Jesus.
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Date: 2014-10-14 07:03 pm (UTC)Oh, whatever. [Constantly reoccurring themes with Wilson: movie characters, finding creative ways to hurt yourself, and movie characters.]
Yeah, thanks. You can laugh it up by yourself.
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Date: 2014-10-14 07:05 pm (UTC)Why does he even bother trying to be nice?]
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Date: 2014-10-14 07:14 pm (UTC)[Fiona, meanwhile, is a sore loser (because this is clearly an argument that she lost). She shouts at his back as he walks away:]
Yeah? Well, Captain America was a shitty movie!
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Date: 2014-10-14 07:16 pm (UTC)MAYBE YOU SHOULD READ THE DAMN FILES!
[At least his movie was shitty. That's a consolation.]
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Date: 2014-10-14 07:21 pm (UTC)[Fiona is always happy to yell!]
I DID AND IT WAS STILL A SHITTY MOVIE!
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Date: 2014-10-14 07:24 pm (UTC)THEN YOU'D KNOW HE'S A REAL FUCKING PERSON AND NOT A GODDAMN MOVIE!
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Date: 2014-10-14 07:28 pm (UTC)[Fiona would like to keep going, possibly yelling something about how there's someone here named Obi-Wan Kenobi, but then he whirls on her, and that throws her off a little. It seems meaner than she wants to be.]
[Instead, she reaches down to grab a snowball and lob it at her head. That's perfectly reasonable. Her aim is... not bad.]
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Date: 2014-10-14 07:31 pm (UTC)Lord have mercy on anyone who's in his way.]