[ Hana's been considering throwing her mouse at him for some time; while the laptop would do more damage, it would be more of an inconvenience to replace. She's been cursing him to herself in her native tongue for the last few weeks, though she remains eerily mum on that front now that she's actually faced with him.
She scoffs at his platitude, opening her mouth to snark further at him when he cuts himself off. Hana settles for narrowing her eyes at him instead, allowing him to sink further into his own silence as one of her hands reaches out to snap her laptop shut. She makes no effort to shift from her current position even though her back is getting stiff from being twisted in such a way. As far as she's concerned, her discomfort is a small price to pay when it comes to defying the man in front of her.
She can't help the way her expression softens when he takes off his visor. She hates every second of it. ] Why take it off now? [ She asks pointedly. ] Trying to get on my level? [ She can't stand the way her voice wavers when she speaks, and what he says next causes something to snap inside of her, flooding her face with heat and pricking at the backs of her eyes. ]
What, you're gonna play therapist now? Did Mercy put you up to this? [ Rage fills her and pushes out room for anything else, even as her vision blurs with wetness that she tries to will away. ] Look at you, talking like this is just out of concern for me because you can't afford to have a weak link on your team. You're so stoic and tough, aren't you, Jack? God forbid you talk about anything but war! [ Says the girl who livestreams herself murdering people. ]
[ Hana tries to meet his gaze as best she can, unaware that he's unabashedly staring at her ass. She continues her tirade when he asks her to turn around, whirling on him, fingers curled into the hem of her shirt even as she swallows down hard on a hiccuping sob. She feels like a petulant child, likely because that's exactly what she's acting like. ]
Bet you weren't thinking of target-rich environments while you were fucking me against that sink-- [ She half-shouts, completely aware that she's simply swiping blindly at him now, though she doesn't really care. Two weeks of frustration have come to a head as she faces him on her mattress, her laptop and peripherals falling carelessly onto the floor as she continues. Much to her horror, actual hiccups join her near-hysterical sobs, but they do little to stop her. ] -- At least... At least I made the effort! What is it that you always say? [ Her voice dips comically low in a mockery of his own. ] "I'm the one who does his job! I'm guessin'... you're the other one." Shi-bal! Y-You couldn't even look at me over the last two weeks!
[ Her rant devolves into a series of broken, muffled sobs as she covers her face with her hands. Hana's certain that he's going to get up and leave at this point, and she isn't sure if that brings her relief or makes her cry harder. ]
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She scoffs at his platitude, opening her mouth to snark further at him when he cuts himself off. Hana settles for narrowing her eyes at him instead, allowing him to sink further into his own silence as one of her hands reaches out to snap her laptop shut. She makes no effort to shift from her current position even though her back is getting stiff from being twisted in such a way. As far as she's concerned, her discomfort is a small price to pay when it comes to defying the man in front of her.
She can't help the way her expression softens when he takes off his visor. She hates every second of it. ] Why take it off now? [ She asks pointedly. ] Trying to get on my level? [ She can't stand the way her voice wavers when she speaks, and what he says next causes something to snap inside of her, flooding her face with heat and pricking at the backs of her eyes. ]
What, you're gonna play therapist now? Did Mercy put you up to this? [ Rage fills her and pushes out room for anything else, even as her vision blurs with wetness that she tries to will away. ] Look at you, talking like this is just out of concern for me because you can't afford to have a weak link on your team. You're so stoic and tough, aren't you, Jack? God forbid you talk about anything but war! [ Says the girl who livestreams herself murdering people. ]
[ Hana tries to meet his gaze as best she can, unaware that he's unabashedly staring at her ass. She continues her tirade when he asks her to turn around, whirling on him, fingers curled into the hem of her shirt even as she swallows down hard on a hiccuping sob. She feels like a petulant child, likely because that's exactly what she's acting like. ]
Bet you weren't thinking of target-rich environments while you were fucking me against that sink-- [ She half-shouts, completely aware that she's simply swiping blindly at him now, though she doesn't really care. Two weeks of frustration have come to a head as she faces him on her mattress, her laptop and peripherals falling carelessly onto the floor as she continues. Much to her horror, actual hiccups join her near-hysterical sobs, but they do little to stop her. ] -- At least... At least I made the effort! What is it that you always say? [ Her voice dips comically low in a mockery of his own. ] "I'm the one who does his job! I'm guessin'... you're the other one." Shi-bal! Y-You couldn't even look at me over the last two weeks!
[ Her rant devolves into a series of broken, muffled sobs as she covers her face with her hands. Hana's certain that he's going to get up and leave at this point, and she isn't sure if that brings her relief or makes her cry harder. ]