( guideau tries to snap at the hand aimed at her face, but alas— too slow. gripped as she is, there’s a surprising tolerance for it, given her attitude; tolerance comes in the shape of a curled lip and bared fangs, though. she’s sure she can rip herself out of shinobu’s hand easily enough, and the way her eyes gleam surely communicate she’s planning to do so— but the threat implicit in shinobu’s words give her just enough pause, even as they also serve to deepen her scowl.
this crossroads is not one she’s unfamiliar with. the details of her eventual fate may change, but again and again, she’s forced to acknowledge that not all things can be defeated by fists and a bad attitude alone. fine. she gets it…
… but it pisses her off to admit as much. )
If you know what it does, hurry and fix it.
( she jerks her head backwards, towards freedom. only then does she comply, sort of, her mouth parting just enough to stick her tongue out through her teeth. ready for doctor. )
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this crossroads is not one she’s unfamiliar with. the details of her eventual fate may change, but again and again, she’s forced to acknowledge that not all things can be defeated by fists and a bad attitude alone. fine. she gets it…
… but it pisses her off to admit as much. )
If you know what it does, hurry and fix it.
( she jerks her head backwards, towards freedom. only then does she comply, sort of, her mouth parting just enough to stick her tongue out through her teeth. ready for doctor. )