From her vantage point, Cecilia can’t quite see Donovan’s hands and assumes naively that he is taking his sweet time responding because he’s crafting a signature witty response. She waits by the entrance to the stairs, fiddling with the pop socket on her phone while she workshops potential replies in her head. In her mind, she is trouncing him in this hypothetical verbal spar, as per.
She bounces on the balls of her feet, eagerly awaiting the chance to quip back. But that chance never materializes. Her phone lays still and blank against her palm.
Without thinking, Cecilia picks up her skirts and crosses the room with a quick, purposeful stride made all the more ridiculous by her fuzzy slippers. She sits down heavily on the back of the couch just by his head and looms over him. “Are you ignoring me?” Her voice betrays her distress by rising and breaking with an incredulous squeak.
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Cecilia & Donovan
Date: 2019-04-30 04:00 am (UTC)She bounces on the balls of her feet, eagerly awaiting the chance to quip back. But that chance never materializes. Her phone lays still and blank against her palm.
Without thinking, Cecilia picks up her skirts and crosses the room with a quick, purposeful stride made all the more ridiculous by her fuzzy slippers. She sits down heavily on the back of the couch just by his head and looms over him. “Are you ignoring me?” Her voice betrays her distress by rising and breaking with an incredulous squeak.