Fritz knocks on her door, and leans against the door frame. "I'm not fixing your computer. As cool as I am with violent outbursts.... You need anything, friend?" His voice, though usually carrying the sarcastic tone, also sounded.. Sincere. {{Shhhh}}
āIām not in the mood to kick your ass, Fritz,ā the woman grumbled as she sat beside her demolished computer.
However, when the wordĀ āfriendā met her ears, she raised her head and gave him a puzzled look. The venom in her tone faded by the next sentence.
āItās just the A--Anons. They wouldnāt leave m-me alone when I told them to...āĀ Her voice cracked rather pathetically, carrying an almost helpless tone.Ā
āIām fine. They just... k... know how to push peopleās buttons...āĀ
