[ he's her favorite motherfucker, but whatever. he can be a tool. she'll be a knife. ]
[ anne scowls at him, even though he cannot see it, but luckily she assumes he will simply imagine it. ]
[ she rolls herself over, and though she slides back towards the door, she does not quite exit the car; she sits on the edge of the seat, her legs hanging over the side. she gives him a flat look (affectionate). ]
How the fuck else are we supposed to figure out what it does? [ don't make her read. ]
pLEASE do not apologize i yelled
[ anne scowls at him, even though he cannot see it, but luckily she assumes he will simply imagine it. ]
[ she rolls herself over, and though she slides back towards the door, she does not quite exit the car; she sits on the edge of the seat, her legs hanging over the side. she gives him a flat look (affectionate). ]
How the fuck else are we supposed to figure out what it does? [ don't make her read. ]