[ she catches herself before she answers that it wasn't a slumber party. she knows this game by now -- the one where tony gets under her skin by dismissing, belittling, deflecting. it takes more good will than she'd like to admit but she manages not to lose her patience with him.
she's learned to pick and choose the moments when she twists his ear. metaphorically or otherwise. ]
I keep busy.
[ there's a half-completed book of sudoku puzzles on her nightstand. a pile of other books, too: a couple creased-spine agatha christies and a textbook with a little leather bookmark peeking out between the pages. she'd sooner own up to these pastimes than her obsessive and all-encompassing notes stowed away in her desk. ]
What about you? [ she starts pulling at a shoelace -- skipping the part where she tells him off for flopping onto her bed while still wearing them. ] Why are you here? Perhaps you're the one who's feeling bored.
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she's learned to pick and choose the moments when she twists his ear. metaphorically or otherwise. ]
I keep busy.
[ there's a half-completed book of sudoku puzzles on her nightstand. a pile of other books, too: a couple creased-spine agatha christies and a textbook with a little leather bookmark peeking out between the pages. she'd sooner own up to these pastimes than her obsessive and all-encompassing notes stowed away in her desk. ]
What about you? [ she starts pulling at a shoelace -- skipping the part where she tells him off for flopping onto her bed while still wearing them. ] Why are you here? Perhaps you're the one who's feeling bored.