nogodsnomastersjustyes:
mallory-mckennon:
nogodsnomastersjustyes:
mallory-mckennon:
nogodsnomastersjustyes:
“I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.”
“No you’re not. So don’t even try to pull that load of shit with me. Hell, I don’t think you could care less about how I feel!”
“Then I guess the feeling is mutual!” He flings both claws into the air. “Why did you come up here, Mal? I know you didn’t come up here to talk about feelings! That’s just silly!” He rolls towards her. “This looks a lot like some sort of new tactic. But I am listening! And a captive audience! I’m not going anywhere. Neither are you! So I’m just really curious… what do you WANT, Mal?”
“What I WANT is for you to get your shit FIXED.” she spat, stepping back from him. “And you— Wait, what? What the fuck do you mean a ‘captive audience’?”
“I keep telling you, and I don’t mind repeating myself, I’m NOT broken! In fact, I feel like I have been improved!” He gives her a sly look. “I wouldn’t worry about that right now. It’s just a figure of speech.”
“Oh, yeah? Well if you put it that way, then lemme just go off and do some Jet and Psycho like there’s no fuckin’ tomorrow!” She sneered. It was getting difficult to not physically lash out at him, not like it would do much. But Christ, would it feel good.