[the pillow bounces off him and lands a stride or so in front of him due to the redirection angle. He shuts his eyes, fuming quietly with only a low growl to voice his irritation before he snaps in a frustrated, gravely rasp:]
Well fuck me for thinking you knew the difference between noncommittal banter and actually wanting to know!
[Cue turning around to get the door. Who cares if she tries throwing more at him in her hissy fit.]
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Well fuck me for thinking you knew the difference between noncommittal banter and actually wanting to know!
[Cue turning around to get the door. Who cares if she tries throwing more at him in her hissy fit.]