Ow. Can you please — your anger is so /loud/. Why are you so /angry/?
Why am I so angry? Because you flirt with my husband, pretend you never wanted anything, then claim you know me after a few minutes.
It’s so close to the surface. I can’t even — it’s like there’s nothing else /there/, you idiot! All I can taste is /anger/!
Hm, I wonder why that is?
No, look, people aren’t usually like that, okay? Surface, yes, but there should be other things under there, other threads framing it. I — you — hang on a second, will you? *turns away slightly, cups her hands, and calls a fireball the size of two fists into her palms*
*Not even sure what she’s going on about anymore, narrowing eyes at her when the fire appears*
*it’s like she’s meditating on it, until she claps her hands together and it’s gone* Look, I *takes a deep breath* I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I wasn’t paying attention, and the both of you are extremely attractive men. It was a mistake. *another deep breath* What can I do to make up for it?