@repelxs ❝ What? Can’t you see I’m working on something?! ❞ He says as he proceeds to break it even more.
A good place to sit. An interesting book in hands. A heavy silence hung over her — wait. The noise of something thrown violently to the floor. Then another, and one more. What the hell? Karin looked up, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. As always the extra sense was faster, she knew exactly where he was. With an uneasy sigh, the book set aside, she went to meet the responsible for all that mess.
Curiosity and annoyance could be seen on her face when she came across this scene. There was no trace of organization or logical work, just broken things, and some pieces waiting to be destroyed. Harsh words didn’t disturb her, it actually made an ironic expression flourish. ❝ Oh, I see. I can hear your creative process many miles away too, genius. ❞ She approached, examining some scattered pieces, trying to guess what the original thing was, and what he intended to do by destroying everything stupidly.
Her mind, despite being quite imaginative, could not find a proper answer. Some things, or people, have no logical explanation. ❝ What the hell are you doing anyway? ❞ Maybe her interference would bring no results, but Karin had to try. She took a piece and twirled it between her fingers. ❝ Why don’t you let me help? So you can finally shut up and I can return to my reading. ❞ No matter what he wanted to do, she knew she could do it, and better. In fact, that could be a more interesting distraction than the book.
