[It was her and she startles a bit in being tackled. It's a shock and not a particularly good one. But she was careless and that's what happens. Still, it's easy to see Marco's frustration. Was she-- did she go to far? Part of it was to show him, yes, but-- he-- wasn't he usually-- Or is this just this new barbed dark side of him. Or perhaps inner feelings... no...it isn't that...is it?
She's not entirely sure of anything right now.
Still she sits next to him, tucking her legs underneath herself and refraining from playing with a strand of her hair. She is not a child and seeming insecure seems--dangerous somehow. As if he will exploit any weakness, even without meaning to]
The difference doesn't matter. I just-- [she shakes her head] I don't know.
[It is like that sudden sharp change just before a turn. FIrst they are nice--then they are not so nice and then-- But that was long ago and Marco wouldn't...]
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She's not entirely sure of anything right now.
Still she sits next to him, tucking her legs underneath herself and refraining from playing with a strand of her hair. She is not a child and seeming insecure seems--dangerous somehow. As if he will exploit any weakness, even without meaning to]
The difference doesn't matter. I just-- [she shakes her head] I don't know.
[It is like that sudden sharp change just before a turn. FIrst they are nice--then they are not so nice and then-- But that was long ago and Marco wouldn't...]
I'm sorry...