[ The sound of her footsteps is an ominous sound as she approaches, long strides carrying her across the distance until she's throwing open the bedroom door. Her mood worsens just being there, just feeling the familiarity of the space she shared with him. It pisses her off inexplicably, but the swell of unexpected emotions in her chest is probably the only thing that keeps her from going straight for him and clocking him in the face.
She's an intimidating presence anyway. Her anger is practically a physical thing in the room with them, and it fills her voice when she demands without preamble: ]
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She's an intimidating presence anyway. Her anger is practically a physical thing in the room with them, and it fills her voice when she demands without preamble: ]
When the hell were you gonna tell me y'were back?