[ Sure thing, Mr. Worldwide. That version of Monika is currently out to lunch. He gets the bitchy, annoying side of her that comes out whenever she's miserable for some reason or another. Other people suffer for it, because misery loves company and other such cliched sayings.
Having some time to sit before he's arrived has let her stew in something more than unbearable heat. Calling her stupid (but not really, despite what she thinks)? Awful! Saying she might need help from a heatstroke she's definitely not trending towards? Unforgivable! Being so goddamn nice? The absolute worst! What next, is he going to save some downtrodden kids at an orphanage? Such a saint! He's so perfect! He's so...
She's forgotten what she was going to gripe about, and she sure as hell has forgotten to explain in extreme detail what his new superhero name is supposed to mean. Her heart's pounding. He's taking her breaths and stomping them into the sand with a devastating finishing move. Yeah, it's not like she hasn't seen his body to a degree that some would find questionable, but...
God. He's hot.
Her chewing comes to an abrupt stop. She realized she'd been doing nothing but eating and staring at him like he was a fresh bone to gnaw on next. Oops. Her head turns away, but it's not long before she's peering back at him through her hair. ]
You must be working out in your sleep, Mister Studedge.
[ The remainder of her skewer ends up being placed on the table between them. She then lies back in the chair and shields her eyes from the sun (and him) with her arm. Maybe she is overheated. It's not like she knows what normal summer weather is truly like. ]
You're making Adonis jealous. [ Her chest rises and falls with a sigh before she shuts her eyes. ] And me. The things I'd do to see that view in my bed every night...
[ A touch of drowsiness is drawing out more of the inside thoughts. Deal with it. ]
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Having some time to sit before he's arrived has let her stew in something more than unbearable heat. Calling her stupid (but not really, despite what she thinks)? Awful! Saying she might need help from a heatstroke she's definitely not trending towards? Unforgivable! Being so goddamn nice? The absolute worst! What next, is he going to save some downtrodden kids at an orphanage? Such a saint! He's so perfect! He's so...
She's forgotten what she was going to gripe about, and she sure as hell has forgotten to explain in extreme detail what his new superhero name is supposed to mean. Her heart's pounding. He's taking her breaths and stomping them into the sand with a devastating finishing move. Yeah, it's not like she hasn't seen his body to a degree that some would find questionable, but...
God. He's hot.
Her chewing comes to an abrupt stop. She realized she'd been doing nothing but eating and staring at him like he was a fresh bone to gnaw on next. Oops. Her head turns away, but it's not long before she's peering back at him through her hair. ]
You must be working out in your sleep, Mister Studedge.
[ The remainder of her skewer ends up being placed on the table between them. She then lies back in the chair and shields her eyes from the sun (and him) with her arm. Maybe she is overheated. It's not like she knows what normal summer weather is truly like. ]
You're making Adonis jealous. [ Her chest rises and falls with a sigh before she shuts her eyes. ] And me. The things I'd do to see that view in my bed every night...
[ A touch of drowsiness is drawing out more of the inside thoughts. Deal with it. ]