[ she watches him takes that step back, takes another of her own. that's a slight, and she feels that hurt and anger bubbling up in her chest again, sick as it makes her. he's running circles around her, making her dizzy, and she knows it -- struggling to stay oriented through all this pain and fury. one hand curls into a fist at her side.
her lips thin, drawing back, and it could've been a smile if her eyes hadn't gone so flat, so angry. her voice is quiet, mostly because it's hoarse, but it comes out venomous. ]
Ah. Of course you fancy yourself more than just an expatriate.
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her lips thin, drawing back, and it could've been a smile if her eyes hadn't gone so flat, so angry. her voice is quiet, mostly because it's hoarse, but it comes out venomous. ]
Ah. Of course you fancy yourself more than just an expatriate.