@agrise : ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜ from frank to julie
and here she thought she had him right where she wanted him, settled in his lap with her arms draped around his neck like a girl who had done just that countless times before to get her way. once upon a time, that would have worked. now, his response is enough to set julie off, like the ever-shortening fuse to a bomb.
her lips curl into something of a scowl as she moves to get up from his lap, delivering the slightest shove to his chest in the process. it wouldn't be enough to hurt, but it would certainly be enough to convey her annoyance.
' go to hell, frank. ' it's said without any real malice, akin to a rolling of her eyes, but her interest in any physical closeness has waned. ' it's not like i need YOUR PERMISSION anyway. '
