it's about to be writ again as I ask you to focus on

[didorothy]

[It really isn't much of a change, is it? DI Tyler looks a bit confused and out of place.]

[Not like we haven't seen this a hundred times before.]

...Right. What the Hell have I been doing for the last year?

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[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't want your pity-playing, Sam.]

Doesn't matter.

[It's not fun anymore. There's echoes of it in her voice and bearing, vitriolic and venomous and very reminiscent of a hissy fit - denying them both what they want to spite him.]

[didorothy]

[He holds out his hands.] Fine then. We can not.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[She glances at his hands for a moment, and for a moment considers pushing and shoving, and the amount of force necessary to crack his skull upon with a kick, but she doesn't. Do anything. Yet.

Almost yelling, now:] Can't!

[didorothy]

I didn't know you felt so strongly about contractions.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

{Saaaaam. Her grumpy face gets grumpier, because she is about one inch away from a proper hissy fit. Or less. She's always bubbling over, she knows and so does Simon, there's no limits.

Or if there are limits, they exist somewhere above trying to stomp on his foot and turning herself away so he can't see her face anymore. The River-sounds from her direction sound suspiciously like crying, though.