Heather swung that board like it was an extension of her own inner rage.
She wielded it like Thor's Hammer.
In slow-motion, it looked very impressive.
In real-time, it mostly just looked like a girl flailing around with a board and lots of dogs scrambling to get away. Only once the alley was completely vacated of dogs did Heather lower her weapon.
A good days' work.
When the little cat trundles past, she watches it go-- she's never really been a CAT person, but it IS a cute little thing.
Maurice was on his knees with both hands planted flat against the front of the soda machine. He and Heather were out on yet another one of their TONIGHT WE OWN THIS TOWN adventures which really didn't consist of more than pretending to break the law by jaywalking and standing around with suspicious cups. While wearing sunglasses. At night.
The vampire was feeling especially rebellious wearing his CINDER FUCKING RELLA tanktop. He did not feel very rebelious though because the soda machine had taken his last dollar and he had no Dr. Pepper to show for it.
She offers this as a reply literally without even thinking about it. She's known Maurice long enough that she knows exactly what to say to get the most indignant responses.
The jab is not, however, about his shirt, which she encouraged him to wear tonight. Because why the FUCK not?
She even went to the trouble of picking out a matching tank-top. Hers has Mulan on it, along with some of the lyrics to Be a Man. Because FUCK YOU, that's why. She tips her sunglasses down and smirks like an asshole.
"You died with that 'do and now you're doomed to never get satisfaction from the vending machines."
"I'm not even going to respond to that," grumbled Maurice. He pounded a fist against the machine again. Suddenly, the machine started to shake. He shuffled backwards on his knees and caught himself on his hands. "Oh, shit, I made it mad!"
The machine continued to shudder until suddenly it stopped and several plinking sounds came from inside. Maurice's quarters plus a few tumbled out of the coin return slot.
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She wielded it like Thor's Hammer.
In slow-motion, it looked very impressive.
In real-time, it mostly just looked like a girl flailing around with a board and lots of dogs scrambling to get away. Only once the alley was completely vacated of dogs did Heather lower her weapon.
A good days' work.
When the little cat trundles past, she watches it go-- she's never really been a CAT person, but it IS a cute little thing.
"... Be careful, okay?"
SOME DAYS LATER
Maurice was on his knees with both hands planted flat against the front of the soda machine. He and Heather were out on yet another one of their TONIGHT WE OWN THIS TOWN adventures which really didn't consist of more than pretending to break the law by jaywalking and standing around with suspicious cups. While wearing sunglasses. At night.
The vampire was feeling especially rebellious wearing his CINDER FUCKING RELLA tanktop. He did not feel very rebelious though because the soda machine had taken his last dollar and he had no Dr. Pepper to show for it.
"Was I a bad person in a past life, Heather?"
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She offers this as a reply literally without even thinking about it. She's known Maurice long enough that she knows exactly what to say to get the most indignant responses.
The jab is not, however, about his shirt, which she encouraged him to wear tonight. Because why the FUCK not?
She even went to the trouble of picking out a matching tank-top. Hers has Mulan on it, along with some of the lyrics to Be a Man. Because FUCK YOU, that's why. She tips her sunglasses down and smirks like an asshole.
"You died with that 'do and now you're doomed to never get satisfaction from the vending machines."
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The machine continued to shudder until suddenly it stopped and several plinking sounds came from inside. Maurice's quarters plus a few tumbled out of the coin return slot.
"Oho, nice!"