Phoebe
"Well ya dinnn try! Not eben one time!" she shouted, not moving away as he invaded her personal space. She was so tired of it, tired of fighting for his affection. Tired of fighting to be treated just decently even. She would even take just some common decency but he didn't even grant her that. Instead was mean spirited and angry and constantly irritable and took it all out on her, as if Frey had taken every ounce of Hata's kindness with them.
"An' yer so mad n' so mean cuz of sum titles an' names an' ringz dat yuh cannae eben see summin' gud iffen it smacktya in duh face!" she huffed. Then, clumsily, she did just that, smacking his cheek. Not terribly hard but he still would feel it. "Der! Der it is sumtin' gud smackin' ya!"
"An' yer so mad n' so mean cuz of sum titles an' names an' ringz dat yuh cannae eben see summin' gud iffen it smacktya in duh face!" she huffed. Then, clumsily, she did just that, smacking his cheek. Not terribly hard but he still would feel it. "Der! Der it is sumtin' gud smackin' ya!"
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
