He watches her, of course. The smile still plastered on his face even as he thinks nothing but terrible things of her. The nerve. The audacity. The fact that he hates people like her. People who make him feel like shit and then come crawling back looking apologetic, as if that will change anything. But Luna closes her eyes, and her response never comes.
Maybe, for just the briefest of moments, he wonders if he's gone too far. Maybe, just maybe, he feels a tinge of concern.
And then it feels like his head is about to fucking explode, and that's that! He stumbles back half a step, left hand darting up to clutch his head despite the spark of pain that produces on his side. There's shock, there's surprise, and then there's panic, followed by fucking rage as realization sinks in and he begins to understands what's happening. If Luna wants his emotions to shut up, she might have to keep at it until this all becomes a migraine and he's almost too nauseous to think, really.]
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Well, then.
He watches her, of course. The smile still plastered on his face even as he thinks nothing but terrible things of her. The nerve. The audacity. The fact that he hates people like her. People who make him feel like shit and then come crawling back looking apologetic, as if that will change anything. But Luna closes her eyes, and her response never comes.
Maybe, for just the briefest of moments, he wonders if he's gone too far. Maybe, just maybe, he feels a tinge of concern.
And then it feels like his head is about to fucking explode, and that's that! He stumbles back half a step, left hand darting up to clutch his head despite the spark of pain that produces on his side. There's shock, there's surprise, and then there's panic, followed by fucking rage as realization sinks in and he begins to understands what's happening. If Luna wants his emotions to shut up, she might have to keep at it until this all becomes a migraine and he's almost too nauseous to think, really.]