010. a little less conversation

[worthy]

s-word open post. pick a character and a color for a scenario.
or bring your own! you do you i'm not picky, let's just ship.

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[duette]

[ BREAK HER HEART, WHY DON'T YOU. Harper's fists ball, arms crooking in a flourish so she can place them judgmentally on her hips. All she does is stare for a long, drawn out moment. Think about what you've done, young lady.

Granted, the effect is probably somewhat dulled by the fact that she's also still covered in flour.

But who's counting, really. ]

Don't I deserve a "not complete" truth, then? You still didn't answer my question.

[rememberher]

[ Oh. Oh Luci knew that look, her hands placed firmly on her hips, staring her down. Weighing her down with ten tons of guilt, just because she didn't want to embarrass herself by telling Harper the real reason why she was being so cagey. She didn't want to think about what she did, because if she did...

Wincing outwardly, Luci tries to disguise it with a smile. ]

I'm not allowed to be nervous?

[ Yep, she's turning this around on her. ]

[duette]

[ For as long as they've known one another, she'd better know that look. Likewise, Harper knows a weapons grade deflection when she sees one. The only difference between Luci and everyone else in the world is that it actually works. Puffing a sigh, her posture unlocks. ]

I never said that. [ Turning on her heel, she makes for the kitchen sink to wash out the cloth she'd been using. ] I'm just never going to get to the bottom of this if I don't know why.

[ She may be wringing the cloth a little more... forcefully... than necessary.

Look, she has to have an outlet of some kind for her failed bravado. ]

Hasn't it been long enough?

[ Haven't enough good kitchen appliances fallen. ]