“What? Don’t tell me you’re evil enough to not like dogs. Geez, never trust a cat person.”
{he purses his lips, almost offended as she tries to usher him inside to his own house. he’s realized now that she’s not concerned in the slightest for their food, just trying to create space between them because apparently they can’t have a single conversation without annoying each other beyond belief. to his surprise, it’s usually elsa on the end of the irritation. low self-esteem strikes again, jack.
he’s about to head inside, already turned around with his hands on the windowsill, when the doorbell rings. as if the innocent ding-dong was an air raid alarm, he instantly drops to the ground of the fire escape where he can’t be seen from inside the house with a panicked expression.}
“She’s here. Get the door!”
"I’m evil enough to hate everything.”
{almost. so close. she’s almost free of him. nearly gets a chance to call herself down but now she’s supposed to flip on that ice queen switch and it’s just not working out. there’s a short in the circuitry. her internal monologue of you can keep it together this is nothing just doesn’t seem to be doing the trick.
what’s he gonna say? hell, she may as well just leave. she’d have walked out already if it wasn’t for the free that taking her hands off that railing would unleash some kind of frost. hell.}
“I can’t. You go get it. Tell her I’m in the bathroom powdering up or something, I don’t care what you say. Just get inside and leave me alone for fucking– two seconds. Just get away from me.”