[ Andy isn't uninterested though, even if she resents her own interest. Hard not to wonder if his fucking weirdness resembles her fucking weirdness. Maybe that makes her priorities fucked up, fixating on that instead of the strange situation or the strange surroundings or anything else about this place — but fuck it, she's never been accused of good priorities or good logic.
She wants to see that little party trick again. And she could just ask — but why choose diplomacy when you can choose violence? She's rarely met a problem she wouldn't rather solve with a sharp object. Convenient that their cute breakfast spread includes knives. Is it bad form to stab your new husband? She's definitely considering the merits.
Finally, she climbs out of bed, wrapping the sheets around herself for a loose semblance of modesty. Her question, when she asks it, is blunt. ]
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[ Andy isn't uninterested though, even if she resents her own interest. Hard not to wonder if his fucking weirdness resembles her fucking weirdness. Maybe that makes her priorities fucked up, fixating on that instead of the strange situation or the strange surroundings or anything else about this place — but fuck it, she's never been accused of good priorities or good logic.
She wants to see that little party trick again. And she could just ask — but why choose diplomacy when you can choose violence? She's rarely met a problem she wouldn't rather solve with a sharp object. Convenient that their cute breakfast spread includes knives. Is it bad form to stab your new husband? She's definitely considering the merits.
Finally, she climbs out of bed, wrapping the sheets around herself for a loose semblance of modesty. Her question, when she asks it, is blunt. ]
So what the fuck are you then?