throws papers at her. " do it hetero. "
papers fly around her like confetti ; much like a scene in which a champion is crowned , with ( at least ) one notable difference : she feels like she’s lost , in more than one sense of the word. nonetheless , it’s all she can manage to put up a delicate mix of frustration & puzzlement in her expression , her stare pinned on her boss. ( maybe if she looks hard enough , she can look past the glee & pretend there’s a hint of guilt on his face. ) ` if i may ask , ’ she begins , unrelenting in her gaze , ` what on earth was that for ? ’
( and if she busies herself with her phone for the few minutes after deigning to pick everything up , no one has to know. )
[ text » luciel ] What did you make Mr. Han watch this time?[ text » luciel ] When I said I was happy for the two of you,[ text» luciel ] I didn’t mean it as a challenge to make me miserable.











