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No. And you need to calm down.

[Has anyone in the entire world ever actually calmed down when someone told them to calm down? Probably not. And she's well aware that this is probably a bad idea, and not at all confident about talking back to someone — even Mista — when he's this deep into Sanguis.

But underneath it all, there's one thing that sustains her resolve, and it's the absolute certainty that no matter what, Mista is a good person who would never hurt her. Period.]

Listen to yourself. You've earned the right to decide I belong to you? I'm not a doll. And you don't own me, and neither does anyone else.

[She draws herself up a little taller, squaring her shoulders.]

Now settle down, and we'll talk. Because we're not talking if you can't be reasonable.

[ He hadn’t expected her to respond like that, something about it making him rethink this entire thing for a split second. Fleeting, really, the way that it left him as he felt warmth rising up beneath his skin. It could have been from the threat of flames or even just anger, but the one thing he was sure of was that he wanted to touch her.

To grab her and hold her and not let go for anything, teeth bared as he slightly relaxed his fist. ]

Be reasonable?

[ A question that was punctuated with a bitter laugh. ]

How am I supposed to be reasonable when all I can think about is you being here and alone with him? Do you have any fucking idea what that feels like?

[ Ah, there it was, his voice finally raised just like that beat under his skin. All of this because he didn’t know how to handle being alone himself, being so stupid and unsure of where he fit into everything when he only had himself as a guide. It was more complicated than he ever wanted it to be and even now there was that feeling spreading through him that told him he was doing it to himself.

Too late now. ]

I live here.

[She stays a careful distance away from him, but there are goosebumps raising up on her skin now; the room is starting to feel hotter, and she doesn't know if that's just from the tension, or something else.]

And no, I don't know what that feels like. But I do know what it feels like to have someone I care about come into my house and start — start yelling at me!

[Her voice feels close to breaking, and on a sudden flash of impulse, she chooses to let it.]

W-Why are you yelling at me...?

I know you live here, that’s what I’m talking about! You live here with him, just the two of you and...

[ He didn’t know where he was going with this; hand coming up to pull back through his hair, ears twitching out of irritation. A rumble of a growl swelled in the back of his throat as he searched for his next words but it was cut short when he heard that break.

Why was he yelling at her? What was he trying to accomplish? His mind was still reeling but it was almost a moment of clarity, Mista wrinkling his nose as he raised his brow and responded with something of little value. ]

...what?

[She drops her head, shoulders drawing in, and flicks a glance at him from behind a quivering lip.]

You're really scaring me...

[It's not even a fib for the sake of trying to get him to settle down. He really is making her uneasy, and no wonder.]

Why are you mad at me? Please, don't yell at me...

I'm not yelling!

[ He said it, knowing that as soon as it came out of his mouth that he was doing exactly what she was saying. Yelling. His fist clenched a little harder, Mista clicking his tongue and averting his eyes.

His tone was still nowhere near what she was used to, even if he'd taken a moment to lower his volume. ]

And I'm not trying to scare you, why can't you see that? I'm trying to keep you safe and this is the only way I know how to do it! If you're with me and no one else at least I know...

[ He was pacing again, this time getting closer to her than he had before but not stopping. ]

...look I'm just trying to do my fucking job, how am I supposed to do that if I don't have any goddamn guidance?

[ Great, what started out as yelling was turning into something that he should have handled on his own, or at the very least waited until well after Sanguis to deal with. ]

...Your job...

[And then, all of a sudden, the pieces start to fall into place. The protectiveness. The frustration. The restlessness.

Mista's job is to protect people, isn't it? And he can't do that with no one to protect, no direction to follow. No wonder Sanguis is making him so intense. It's almost like Abbacchio, in a way — needing that strong person to lean on in the ways that he feels weak himself.]

...Mista.

[Hmmm.]

Go stand against the wall.

[Will he? Is this what he wants? She doesn't know, but maybe she can find out.]

[ He caught himself wrinkling his nose again, this time out of confusion more than anything. Stand against the wall? What did that have to do with anything? Upset as he was his tail swished behind him anxiously, Mista chewing on the inside of his cheek before letting out a heavy sigh.

He didn’t have a reason not to do it, making his way over with a hesitant look over his shoulder. Was he supposed to face it? Was she trying to put him in time out? Like hell! He stopped short of the wall, turning back to face her before leaning against it with a haughty expression on his face. ]

Okay and this is supposed to do what? If you wanted me to stop pacing you could have just said it.

[ Pointing out that he’d been yelling had cooled him off some, though his confusion would really get most of the credit here. What the hell was she playing at? ]

Didn't you just get done saying you wanted guidance?

[She draws a slow breath, pressing her lips together for a moment, and then follows him over to where he's standing and rests the flat of her hand against the middle of his chest.

It's a light push — light enough that he could break it easily if he tried. The real question is, is he going to.]

It sounds to me like what you want is for someone to tell you what to do. Isn't it?

Huh? Well, yeah but...

[ It was something that was lost as soon as he felt that push against his chest. There was the return of that utter confusion, staring down at her hand for a moment before looking back up as if to make sense of what she was doing.

He'd almost reached up for her wrist, a brief consideration over whether he should remove her hand or not but even in a touch like that he could feel that faint flow of chroma. ]

I guess so, in a way. It's a lot more complicated than you telling me to stand against a wall, you know? It sure as hell isn't like having a job...

[ Was that what he'd said? He'd had that flare of frustration and now that he was thinking about his words he couldn't quite recall all of them. ]

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