She's not sure how to respond to the dress comment. She doesn't even own one. Hasn't ever since she was a young child, for Sundays where her parents brought her along to church. That's all she can associate dresses with, feeling itchy and uncomfortable, sitting around for hours...
But it's the deliberate baiting that she takes the most exception to, an annoyed muffle around a large mouthful of sandwich. Normally she wouldn't talk with her mouth full, but this damned spell is making it impossible not to respond. "KISS." She tosses the rest of her sandwich down on the plate, face burning with shame. Can only interpret that smug look on his face as cruel mockery at her expense. "OKAY? I NEVER KISSED ANYONE. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR? YOU WANT TO LAUGH ABOUT THAT? THAT THE WEIRD SHELTERED FREAK IS SO REVOLTING?"
The teacup hits the ground, shattering with a splash of tea across his too clean kitchen. And then she's vanished.
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But it's the deliberate baiting that she takes the most exception to, an annoyed muffle around a large mouthful of sandwich. Normally she wouldn't talk with her mouth full, but this damned spell is making it impossible not to respond. "KISS." She tosses the rest of her sandwich down on the plate, face burning with shame. Can only interpret that smug look on his face as cruel mockery at her expense. "OKAY? I NEVER KISSED ANYONE. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR? YOU WANT TO LAUGH ABOUT THAT? THAT THE WEIRD SHELTERED FREAK IS SO REVOLTING?"
The teacup hits the ground, shattering with a splash of tea across his too clean kitchen. And then she's vanished.