[ janine melnitz hasn’t ever pulled a punch in her life, and she isn’t about to start now. a scoff. and a finely manicured pointer is doing its job, pointing -- poking -- peter in the chest as he has his hands held in surrender. ] ❝ i swear to any god you’ve met, peter... ❞ [ she says, but it turns out that she can’t handle finishing the threat because he’s just managed to piss her off THAT much. ]
[ so, in a huff, she spins, ready to stalk off -- only to crash directly into kim. a switch is ( somewhat ) flipped, a softness coming over her with the apology : ] ❝ oh !! kim, honey, i’m so sorry i didn’t see you there. ❞
@sitched // kim possible !!













