[She's quiet for a few long moments, letting her gaze drop but automatically lacing fingers with Natsuno. Eventually...she lets out a long sigh. Who cares what she thinks? You know what you're worth--it's like he knows just what to say to cut through the anger and bitterness.]
...You make it sound awfully simple.
[Because it is, the more rational part of her brain reminds her as she cools down. Or it should be, and only time's going to tell what works. Not that she's in any hurry to see Darcy's face again anytime soon...
She glances back up to Natsuno again, her previous angry scowl closer to a pout now.]
And if my nose is permanently crooked after this?
[Is this actually where part of her upset's coming from, underneath the more obvious got in a fight and lost? Yes, maybe. Look, even Rita Mordio has her moments of vanity...]
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...You make it sound awfully simple.
[Because it is, the more rational part of her brain reminds her as she cools down. Or it should be, and only time's going to tell what works. Not that she's in any hurry to see Darcy's face again anytime soon...
She glances back up to Natsuno again, her previous angry scowl closer to a pout now.]
And if my nose is permanently crooked after this?
[Is this actually where part of her upset's coming from, underneath the more obvious got in a fight and lost? Yes, maybe. Look, even Rita Mordio has her moments of vanity...]