That was a hell of a question. What the fuck did she even do with a question like that?
"I don't fucking care if you have pants on or if you're naked but for a pair of underwear on your goddamn head," she settled on finally, "but you're going upstairs if I have to throw you into Lift and haul you along like a fucking balloon so if it'd be weird for you to not have pants on moving through the halls then you're gonna wanna pants."
Maybe.. try to sound less like a pissed off mama lion? "You're screaming. And Atton's not bellowing at you so that means the fucker ain't home yet. Which means you're alone in your apartment and you're screaming and no. 'Snot happening. You can come sit upstairs in my apartment and get fed and enough alcohol poured into you that you can't scream."
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"I don't fucking care if you have pants on or if you're naked but for a pair of underwear on your goddamn head," she settled on finally, "but you're going upstairs if I have to throw you into Lift and haul you along like a fucking balloon so if it'd be weird for you to not have pants on moving through the halls then you're gonna wanna pants."
Maybe.. try to sound less like a pissed off mama lion? "You're screaming. And Atton's not bellowing at you so that means the fucker ain't home yet. Which means you're alone in your apartment and you're screaming and no. 'Snot happening. You can come sit upstairs in my apartment and get fed and enough alcohol poured into you that you can't scream."
She cared, really.
No.
Really.