[A noise escapes her--something wordless, but something that should be a word, or the start of a whole lot of them. Rolling her eyes, she steps around so they're facing each other and folds her arms in front of her.
Her brows have to speak for her, and the angle of her eyes as she glowers up at him. She can't shake her head or snap back, so she just waits, daring him to keep going.]
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Her brows have to speak for her, and the angle of her eyes as she glowers up at him. She can't shake her head or snap back, so she just waits, daring him to keep going.]