( UHHHHHHH WITTY TITLE : CERULEAN. )
“I think I understand just fine. You humans are all the same, aren’t you?” Her attitude is definitely irritating him, as is made clear with the way his shoulders tense up and his eyebrows knit closer together. Apparently, even he wasn’t immune to agitation.
“I don’t like any of your kind. Especially not you.” God, he hated that stupid smile. Stupid. Damnit. It didn’t help at all that her face appeared with this sort of passive guard- the kind he knows was probably impossible to shake with brute force, threats, or shows of power. The only things he could ever do.
At the other statement, he tenses, shoulders raised- yes, it was true, her signs of resistance were what initially got his hostility. And perhaps he had been brainwashed himself, falling so easily into that trap- just another cog in the machine- but if humanity deserved to be controlled, they would be. He feels no pity, he convinces himself. “Hmm. Maybe. What’s it to you?”
she puts a hand on her chest, expression taking on one of being faux-offended.
“ i’m hurt. wounded, even. offended. ” her tone is clearly not taking him seriously, but she lowers her hand and shoves them back in her jacket pocket. “ i thought we were bonding, hmmm? i thought we had somethin’ going, you and i. ” she’s kidding. of course she’s kidding, but she’s still wary around that gun and there’s a tightness in her chest that won’t fade, and it’s easy to see by the tension in her shoulders.
“ what, are you breaking up with me? ” wiiiink.












