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asuka doesn't like when shinji says things like that. soft and certain, like he's placing a label on something that refuses to remain still. it sends a creeping feeling up her spine, leaving everything sitting heavier inside her chest than it has any right to. heavier than she ever wants it to be. her jaw tightens, teeth grinding once as she looks anywhere but at him — the walls of the apartment, the floor, even the pile of ever-growing beer cans misato refuses to take down to the dumpster. anywhere that isn't his face. because if she does, she might actually hit him for saying something like that. (not really, but it's easier than standing there with nothing to give back.)
something slips out of her mouth; not a laugh, but close enough to a bite. "don't say that!" she snaps, but it comes out uneven. not nearly as sharp as she anticipated. asuka's arms cross tightly over her chest, imitating a set of poor armor. "idiot shinji being a typical idiot — why am i even surprised? you don't know me. i don't know you. we're just ..." the redhead's hands fly up, frustrating boiling over before she can turn the burner down. the rest of her words burn and die in her throat, becoming replaced with an irritated sound. "ugh! just shut up!"