It's a nasty sort of repetition, half baffled and half mocking, secured by the fact that fixture of her attention doesn't waver from where it's posted away from him and rattled off automatically to keep herself from saying some other thing. Or thinking some other thing.
It's forced to be a flat, simple kind of irritation. It's so much easier to carry around without being cut by it that way.
Wysteria does cross her arms then. And lifts her chin a few degrees further, though he has already made himself so low.
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It's a nasty sort of repetition, half baffled and half mocking, secured by the fact that fixture of her attention doesn't waver from where it's posted away from him and rattled off automatically to keep herself from saying some other thing. Or thinking some other thing.
It's forced to be a flat, simple kind of irritation. It's so much easier to carry around without being cut by it that way.
Wysteria does cross her arms then. And lifts her chin a few degrees further, though he has already made himself so low.
"What could I possibly be angry with you for?"