Her fingers dig into her arm in a vicegrip. She can't believe this. She can't believe he's just saying this. Out loud! That's not how this works!
The long silence that follows is telling. That and the stare Jim is getting are the only indication of the internal screeching threatening to make Isidor's head implode.
She could, of course, take this opportunity to expand her inner circle and share the burdens of trying to navigate a living-undead relationship. It's right there. But Jim is smirking. Smirking. It's not the first time he's gotten under her skin, and the adrenaline from what little sparring her could handle is still there. She unfolds her arms and places her palms on her knees. It doesn't help. It doesn't solve him being so disrespectful either.
All it does it make it is easier for her to turn and slap him across the face. Not with as much power as she could use, but with plenty of speed.
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The long silence that follows is telling. That and the stare Jim is getting are the only indication of the internal screeching threatening to make Isidor's head implode.
She could, of course, take this opportunity to expand her inner circle and share the burdens of trying to navigate a living-undead relationship. It's right there. But Jim is smirking. Smirking. It's not the first time he's gotten under her skin, and the adrenaline from what little sparring her could handle is still there. She unfolds her arms and places her palms on her knees. It doesn't help. It doesn't solve him being so disrespectful either.
All it does it make it is easier for her to turn and slap him across the face. Not with as much power as she could use, but with plenty of speed.