Sit down. [ gives him a bullying push, you know, those little shoves that namely jostle, harry ] Shut up. I have apologized to you. But you have to get last word, hm? So righteous, you. Feel good? [ another shove ] Make you feel like big man?
[ THERE'S NOWHERE FOR HIM TO SIT DOWN, SPREZZATURA.
But jostle him she does, he shrinks back half a step under her little onslaught, though no more than that. He is, for better or worse, so hard to needle in an effective way. Their styles of self-loathing clash hard. Her need to be liked and accepted, and his mask of smugness and sarcasm that keeps people at bay.
He does not care how many insults and jabs she throws at him. It doesn't matter because they're the words he expects to hear.
Swats her hands away. ]
If you think I need to step all over you just for a little ego boost, then you're sorely mistaken. Get over yourself.
Step on me? You? [ acidly: ] You are so far beneath me you could not reach.
[ one final bitchy shove for the road. she lets the kick of it in her shoulder turn her from him—now she's leaving, and whatever pithy final barb he tries to bury in her, she's not going to rise to it. she's not going to rise to it. she's not going to rise to it. ]
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Sit down. [ gives him a bullying push, you know, those little shoves that namely jostle, harry ] Shut up. I have apologized to you. But you have to get last word, hm? So righteous, you. Feel good? [ another shove ] Make you feel like big man?
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But jostle him she does, he shrinks back half a step under her little onslaught, though no more than that. He is, for better or worse, so hard to needle in an effective way. Their styles of self-loathing clash hard. Her need to be liked and accepted, and his mask of smugness and sarcasm that keeps people at bay.
He does not care how many insults and jabs she throws at him. It doesn't matter because they're the words he expects to hear.
Swats her hands away. ]
If you think I need to step all over you just for a little ego boost, then you're sorely mistaken. Get over yourself.
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[ one final bitchy shove for the road. she lets the kick of it in her shoulder turn her from him—now she's leaving, and whatever pithy final barb he tries to bury in her, she's not going to rise to it. she's not going to rise to it. she's not going to rise to it. ]
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