❝ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓. ❞ his knuckles might bruise for how the tendons press into his skin, HARSH WITH THE TIGHTENING GRIP OF HIS FISTS. mitch drops them to his lap under the table and grits his teeth until they scrape against each other, ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴀɴɢʀʏ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀʙᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʜɪs sᴋᴜʟʟ. she’s called his bluff; THIS, and the tinny clang of her spoon in her teacup exacerbates his frustration. abruptly, he shoves away from the table and rises to his feet, stalking away from her 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙸𝙱𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴𝚂. mitch makes it to the kitchen sink, curls his hands around the counter’s edge, and counts until his vision is no longer double. one hand smacks against the laminate. ❝ you reporting back to kennedy on me? WHY DON’T YOU TELL HER TO FUCK OFF? give her that message for me, will you? ❞ a muttered oath carries on a shuddered breath, his head heavy as he pitches it forward until chin hits chest. ʜɪs sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ʜᴀɴɢs﹐ ᴛᴏᴏ.
𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 . 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 wasn’t as appreciated as she’d hoped , but really , what was velma expecting ? there were no words to soften the loss . and it was , it was a loss . this felt quite like the stages of grief , and mitch was not quite close to acceptance , yet . his anger builds , builds , crescendos in the HARSHLOUDSCRAPE of his chair . it would only be worse if she , too , stood , tried to be there in case he needed help , so velma sits with her palms tucked under her thighs to keep herself from reaching . ❛ mitch , i’m not reporting to anyone . not about you . you know that . ❜ the slap of skin to counter makes her jump , eyes startle - wide . she aches for him . only then does velma stand , slow slow , as he teeters . ❛ she’ll talk to you , i’m sure , about work . but you’re not cleared for anything , just yet . this was a big one , okay ? you need time . ❜
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