[ she opens her mouth and then shuts it again, darting her gaze away so they can't make eye contact. ]
I... No. I... I haven't actually spoken to him yet.
[ feeling embarrassed by her own response, jinx scowls and her attitude shines front and center again. ]
What, you expect me to just barge back home and say, "Hey Pops! Sorry for saying you don't love me, and accuse you and Vi of waving me around like some prized doll or something to each other's faces...! Anyway, what's for dinner?"
[ and in a very jinx fashion, she flails her arms around to animate her point. but she returns to her sulking nature and throws herself onto the table to lie on — her legs dangling.]
He probably won't. I just need something better than that. He deserves a really good apology. Not some... whacky, crappy one. It has to be special and perfect. And I'm... not that great with words. And you're Miss Fancy Pants Punctual.
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I... No. I... I haven't actually spoken to him yet.
[ feeling embarrassed by her own response, jinx scowls and her attitude shines front and center again. ]
What, you expect me to just barge back home and say, "Hey Pops! Sorry for saying you don't love me, and accuse you and Vi of waving me around like some prized doll or something to each other's faces...! Anyway, what's for dinner?"
[ and in a very jinx fashion, she flails her arms around to animate her point. but she returns to her sulking nature and throws herself onto the table to lie on — her legs dangling.]
He probably won't. I just need something better than that. He deserves a really good apology. Not some... whacky, crappy one. It has to be special and perfect. And I'm... not that great with words. And you're Miss Fancy Pants Punctual.