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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jun 15, 2012 21:10:23 GMT -5
He listened to her as she gave him a rapid-fire spiel about her book that involved some model, who was based on a real person and they hated each other's guts, like most females in the world, as Cassander had observed. Apparently, she had hated the girl so much that she had decided to write a book about her. It was beyond Cassander as to why someone would write a book about someone they so clearly hated, except if they were a character in the movie Mean Girls. But this wasn't Mean Girls, this was everyday life, well, as normal and as everyday as his life would ever hope to be, but that was a different matter entirely.
Oh, so she wanted him to leave, did she? Well, excuse him for being so friendly and spending his precious time keeping her company and engaging her in conversation. He had been doing her a favor and how did she repay him? By basically telling him to fuck off? Some new friend she was...
"Well, excuse me for trying to be nice." The demigod snapped, crossing his arms and scowling at her. "I'll just leave then and go do my 'people thing' with people who care!"
((Did you want to end the thread or keep it going?))
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Post by Rebecca Ashlyn Snow on Jul 2, 2012 19:48:07 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm fine either way, but now Ashlyn's going to go into apologetic/denial mode)
Ashlyn sighed, closing her eyes. She said the words, she'd gotten what she wanted, but now her mind was truning against her. She felt—guilty, and she really didn't want to feel guilty. But he had made her and she was feeling like she was somehow obligated to apologize and this was all her fault and she was one who was socially inappropriate and now she had to apologize fpor it.
"No—I—I, I'm sorry," her voice sounded strangled, so her words probably sounded forced. "I just, thank you but I don't, handle unexepcted encounters very well, if I go somewhere preparing for it then I'm fine, but when someone just..." she was rambling. She bit her lip, forcing herself to stop. He probably could barely tell what she was saying anyway, since most of it was said to the table or to her left. She ran her hand through her hair again, taking a deep breath.
She shouldn't have said anything. Why, why why did she always do the exact opposite of what she needed too? She shouldn't have said anything, and then he would have left and they both would have been happy. Because...she'd been doing him a favor, asking him to leave. He shouldn't waste his time on her, he could go find someone who was more appreciative of his "being nice" efforts, and she should have let him.
"I'm sorry." She said again quietly. Then she cursed at herself silently. For being a kid genius she was pretty stupid when it came too dealing with social stuff.
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