Maybe, but that doesn't mean she can just throw herself at everyone. And if she knows you know me she'll probably start rumors about me again.
Now there's somethin' worth slappin' on your resume.
[The corners of her mouth are twitching into a grin.]
They do much fightin' at that fancy private school'a yours?
[The corners of her mouth are twitching into a grin.]
They do much fightin' at that fancy private school'a yours?
[She rolls her eyes. Proverbs and words of wisdom never really impressed Allie all that much, she prefers it when people speak plainly and clearly.]
Preparation? You make it sound more like a war instead'a some fancy future job.
[It's such a strange school, but eh, rich people tend to be pretty strange to begin with.]
But you go kick that tree's ass.
Preparation? You make it sound more like a war instead'a some fancy future job.
[It's such a strange school, but eh, rich people tend to be pretty strange to begin with.]
But you go kick that tree's ass.
Uh...good novel or bad novel? I mean, I can call you 'preppy' if that's better.
[She's asking sincerely, since she doesn't set out to tease her friends or call them names.]
And yeah, there's a difference, but it'd be dumb to hash out a buncha details that aren't really needed.
[It'd be entirely hypothetical, and she'd rather watch TV.]
[She's asking sincerely, since she doesn't set out to tease her friends or call them names.]
And yeah, there's a difference, but it'd be dumb to hash out a buncha details that aren't really needed.
[It'd be entirely hypothetical, and she'd rather watch TV.]
Ya know. Like a prep school. Rich, snobby, outta touch.
Not really how I'd describe you.
[She glances up at him. His neck is so...flexible.]
That clear things up?
Not really how I'd describe you.
[She glances up at him. His neck is so...flexible.]
That clear things up?
[That catches her off guard, and for a moment she stutters before clasping the wooden figure in both her hands. The knife now resting on the table.]
-Ah, um. This is my creation!
[She hopes that's sufficient.]
-Ah, um. This is my creation!
[She hopes that's sufficient.]
How is that anyone's responsibility but her own?
I'll just handle it, okay? I really don't care what she says about me. The idiots who believe that stuff are just as bad as her for spreading it.
Okay...
[Uncertainty is clear on her face, but she complies. Her hand gripping the wooden figure tightly as she stands to leave the living room to put it in her bedroom. She chooses a spot in the drawer of her nightstand. Setting it down on its side to fit. Chidori does as Rex says, but is a little doubtful it will work. After closing up the drawer she returns to him on the couch.]
I hope I did that right.
[Uncertainty is clear on her face, but she complies. Her hand gripping the wooden figure tightly as she stands to leave the living room to put it in her bedroom. She chooses a spot in the drawer of her nightstand. Setting it down on its side to fit. Chidori does as Rex says, but is a little doubtful it will work. After closing up the drawer she returns to him on the couch.]
I hope I did that right.
You sound like Richter now! Honestly, you both need someone constantly watching over you.
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