[ 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?
[ 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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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? ]
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[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?
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[ 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. ]