They've known each other too long. Anyone else and this could slide, this could be recoverable but she knows him and she knows what she saw. For the first time, maybe since they've known each other, she glares at him. There is no edge of embarrassment or nervousness; it's just anger and offense.
"I could pick you out of a lineup with a hangover in a dark room." She growls, breaking eye contact to try and roll her shoulder because Jesus.
"I know what I saw." She nearly spits and they've known each other too long because she knows it sounds like I'm not crazy.
She almost doesn't react to his offense, she's used to disappointing men she's close to. However, in his next breath comes the accusation and that's what makes her look up at him like he just slapped her.
Mariko Kawaguchi isn't as strong as she plays at, but she's never wilted a day in her life. She didn't wilt the day her mother died, she didn't wilt the day she washed out of the academy - but anger comes easy and for this? For him?
"What the fuck was I supposed to tell you, Hitori?!"
It comes too easy, transgression over understanding because after ever everything...
She really must be losing her mind if they can't even believe in each other anymore.
"Explain to me how I was supposed to tell you I saw you in what felt like a fever dream, when my understanding of the world devoured itself so hard I couldn't even see the color blue any more."
She gestures wide and sweeping to encompass Recolle, Retrospect, the months - all of it.
"When would have been a good fucking time? Between you running around helping half an orphanage's worth of kids who all think they're losing their minds?"
Her hands go up and honest to God, she doesn't know if she's going to strangle him or squeeze her temples until her skull cracks because anger has always made her fast.
"It damn sure wouldn't have been proper to say it while you were drinking your way through the fact that the first girl you went nuts for since college got a fucking memory lobotomy."
Anger made her fast and she was never very wise in the first place.
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"I could pick you out of a lineup with a hangover in a dark room." She growls, breaking eye contact to try and roll her shoulder because Jesus.
"I know what I saw." She nearly spits and they've known each other too long because she knows it sounds like I'm not crazy.
She almost doesn't react to his offense, she's used to disappointing men she's close to. However, in his next breath comes the accusation and that's what makes her look up at him like he just slapped her.
Mariko Kawaguchi isn't as strong as she plays at, but she's never wilted a day in her life. She didn't wilt the day her mother died, she didn't wilt the day she washed out of the academy - but anger comes easy and for this? For him?
"What the fuck was I supposed to tell you, Hitori?!"
It comes too easy, transgression over understanding because after ever everything...
She really must be losing her mind if they can't even believe in each other anymore.
"Explain to me how I was supposed to tell you I saw you in what felt like a fever dream, when my understanding of the world devoured itself so hard I couldn't even see the color blue any more."
She gestures wide and sweeping to encompass Recolle, Retrospect, the months - all of it.
"When would have been a good fucking time? Between you running around helping half an orphanage's worth of kids who all think they're losing their minds?"
Her hands go up and honest to God, she doesn't know if she's going to strangle him or squeeze her temples until her skull cracks because anger has always made her fast.
"It damn sure wouldn't have been proper to say it while you were drinking your way through the fact that the first girl you went nuts for since college got a fucking memory lobotomy."
Anger made her fast and she was never very wise in the first place.