[say]"I'm always right,"[/say] she insists, as she always does. Like this is rote and rhyme, because they've exchanged these exact phrases so many times. It's completely inaccurate of course, but they're both fuck ups, and that's what has always drawn them together in the end.
Except this time has to be the exception, as so many other times have been already. There's little reaction visually on his face, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. He may have been an open book to her once, but Ru can't count on that as the months go by. Instead she is the one who has to control her own reaction, even as the flicker of emotions dance in the microexpressions she can't wrangle beneath her iron fist. There is no implication there, and she refuses to read one into it. [say]"Appears so. Or the Notice Board, if you will. 'Seeking lovers, sordid side pieces, and adventurous soloists willing to be painfully observed for the good of the Gods.'"[/say] She announces it like a grand title of an advertisement, using the drama and humor as a shield.
Except this time has to be the exception, as so many other times have been already. There's little reaction visually on his face, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. He may have been an open book to her once, but Ru can't count on that as the months go by. Instead she is the one who has to control her own reaction, even as the flicker of emotions dance in the microexpressions she can't wrangle beneath her iron fist. There is no implication there, and she refuses to read one into it. [say]"Appears so. Or the Notice Board, if you will. 'Seeking lovers, sordid side pieces, and adventurous soloists willing to be painfully observed for the good of the Gods.'"[/say] She announces it like a grand title of an advertisement, using the drama and humor as a shield.
