ย ย โ okay, sooo-- how do i put this ? โ
ย ย ย ย mechanical hand on her hip, the organic hand runs through the bangs that stick to her forehead, an attempt to gather her nerve for her confrontation with her comrade. when giving others a piece of her mind, gaige had no problem with beating them with the receiving end of her reality-check stick ; with ekko...
ย ย ย ย why did it make her heart sink when the thought of bringing guilt to his face entered her mind ?
ย ย ย ย pushing that anxiety aside, the redhead intakes a breath through her nose, a long, annoyed sigh following after.ย
ย โ look, youโre a lot of things, but youโre not subtle. even when iโve specifically told you not to, i know when youโve shifted time. โ emerald greens look over at the other with an aggressive, but familiar intensity.ย โ when i talk to you, i just-- i just-- โ
ย ย ย ย hands begin to motion wildly, as if trying to reel her words from her mind & out of her mouth, into the harsh openness. words begin falling from her lips at a faster pace, as if her confession was the solution to a ticking time bomb that is her white-haired comrade.
ย โ aside from witty comebacks, it doesnโt feel like iโm talking to a person. like-- itโs like, youโve gone back & loaded in a save file before some important interaction & you just-- โ hands come together in a prayer-like fashion. another quick intake of breath, her quickened speech continuing.
ย โ i get that you have good intentions, i know that your gadget has saved many asses, whether theyโre deserving or not. but when you use it so you can tell me what i need to hear, or to avoid hurting my feelings, it.. doesnโt feel real. it feels rehearsed, like some game.. that shit makes me uncomfortable as hell, man... โ
ย ย @chrcnoโ
