[ His sister...? So, her inkling that this was totally big brother behavior was on the mark. To her drunken mind, it really only registers as a score under the 'MISA IS GOOD AT GUESSING THINGS' score board, rather than make her consider more deeply what him hiding this side of him might imply. Besides, there's a little tightness in her own chest, too, at even being compared to someone else's family, felt more abruptly and suddenly than she might usually let it on the account of the alcohol. ]
Hey! My makeup...
[ She complains, unbidden, raising her hand to take the glass immediately so that the condensation doesn't mess with any of the cosmetics on her skin. It's the best for both of them, she thinks, if she glazes over his little comment. If she doesn't examine it deeply, then she doesn't have to acknowledge it seriously, and he can keep playing at being some distant lone wolf (literal). Right? Isn't that what they both should want?
"Don't get used to it," he said. Not listening to him at all, she drinks half of what's in the cup, already not wanting to think more about this interaction. ]
I'm just gonna finish this, and then go... [ She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, knowing that since everything is cleaned up, he really has no reason to stick around anymore. ] Don't worry, you don't have to walk me home or something like that.
[ Like a big brother would. And she really means that, sounding convinced that she will in fact be completely fine hobbling her way all the way back there. It's fine? She can protect herself, sort of? There's no sarcasm in her words— it seems like she genuinely does want to give him an out. ]
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Hey! My makeup...
[ She complains, unbidden, raising her hand to take the glass immediately so that the condensation doesn't mess with any of the cosmetics on her skin. It's the best for both of them, she thinks, if she glazes over his little comment. If she doesn't examine it deeply, then she doesn't have to acknowledge it seriously, and he can keep playing at being some distant lone wolf (literal). Right? Isn't that what they both should want?
"Don't get used to it," he said. Not listening to him at all, she drinks half of what's in the cup, already not wanting to think more about this interaction. ]
I'm just gonna finish this, and then go... [ She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, knowing that since everything is cleaned up, he really has no reason to stick around anymore. ] Don't worry, you don't have to walk me home or something like that.
[ Like a big brother would. And she really means that, sounding convinced that she will in fact be completely fine hobbling her way all the way back there. It's fine? She can protect herself, sort of? There's no sarcasm in her words— it seems like she genuinely does want to give him an out. ]