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[entreats]

[ But admitting that is exactly the bad thing, so she's quick to try and correct herself, shifting so she's sitting up on the bed. ]

What I'm saying is that you'd yell at me forever if I lied, and it'd be a huge pain. Do you think I'm some sort of weird masochist who'd willingly undergo that?

[viciouscycles]

[He may be extremely forward in his feelings, but he's also pretty good at picking up meaning behind words. Considering how used to he's gotten to that flat, expressionless way of her way of talking, the soft way she says that lets him mentally finish the rest of the sentence without her having to say it.

He's quiet, for the moment, silently finalizing the decision to trust her on this- for the moment, at least.

But with her return to something defensively sarcastic, he feels the need to follow her there. If she's not going to be vulnerable, neither will he.

He puffs up his chest, and that familiar belligerent tone returns. Here, it's territory where he's much more confident.]

Justify it however you want, I don't care. Just don't lie.

[He snorts, clearly a measure to return to that familiar territory rather than from actual deep annoyance.]

Who said anything about being a masochist? [what did he say about the weird sex shit, ange.] Don't make it weirder than it already is, moron.

[entreats]

[ Being emotionally vulnerable, hah. Who does that, especially in public? Only a real wuss would do that. Being emotionally vulnerable is weak, winter will come and beat up your ass over it.

So here they are, going back to being sarcastic like usually just since it's the only way they know how to deal with this stuff.. ]

It was weird from the beginning. Don't call girls randomly, they'll start thinking you want a date. [ Not that it's the case.. at all.. but it's just one of Ange's Usual Retorts by now. ] Sorry, I'm not interested.

[ And with that she just... hangs up..................

Sorry, Arakita, she appreciates your concern, she just doesn't know how to deal with it ever. ]

[viciouscycles]

[You can almost hear the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, his hackles rising and that half grimace, half snarl swipe across his face as soon as she says that.]

Date?! [Way to stutter on that just ever so slightly.] Goddamnit, you moron, that's not-

[But then he's hung up on, and just like Ange, he doesn't have a single idea on how to deal with any of what just happened.

Instead of doing something actually productive, he lets his flash, reactive anger fizzle into a huffy growl, chucks his phone off the bed and lies down like he just doesn't care.

Yeah, that'll show her.]

...Tch. Weird stone-face girl.