[ Her bad mood returns to her so easily. Gritting her teeth, she finishes tying her shoes and leaves the room in a huff, determined to ignore Pietro until he's blue in the face.
Not that it'd matter. Going to the park means people will talk to him while she sits by herself and watches him laugh and have a good time and enjoy himself. Despite how angry she is at him, she wants him to have a good day, even if it doesn't include her. ]
We are going.
[ She closes the kitchen window and marches toward the front door. She doesn't bother with a jacket. Sitting in the park will warm her up… and maybe if she is cold, someone will be charitable enough to deem her worthy of having their jacket.
She opens the front door and crosses her arms against her chest as she glares at him and waits. ]
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Not that it'd matter. Going to the park means people will talk to him while she sits by herself and watches him laugh and have a good time and enjoy himself. Despite how angry she is at him, she wants him to have a good day, even if it doesn't include her. ]
We are going.
[ She closes the kitchen window and marches toward the front door. She doesn't bother with a jacket. Sitting in the park will warm her up… and maybe if she is cold, someone will be charitable enough to deem her worthy of having their jacket.
She opens the front door and crosses her arms against her chest as she glares at him and waits. ]