[ She does not appreciate being manhandled or having her own wishes be ignored. No matter how gentle he is or whatever care is behind his actions, all they serve to do is make her angry. It's a low rage that churns through the shadows of fear that has been crawling into her chest, and by the time they get to the porch, he's very lucky she likes him.
He opens the door and she forcefully pulls away from, stepping back along the porch and very pointedly not moving to go inside. ]
I'm not going in there until you tell me what I need to know. [ There's a fire in her words, though not hot enough to burn. Yet. ] All you're doing with this game is pissing me off.
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He opens the door and she forcefully pulls away from, stepping back along the porch and very pointedly not moving to go inside. ]
I'm not going in there until you tell me what I need to know. [ There's a fire in her words, though not hot enough to burn. Yet. ] All you're doing with this game is pissing me off.