[Damn, Chloe is almost disappointed in how quickly the girl folds, because she’d be lying if she said picking dumbass fights wasn’t also a favored method of stress relief for her. Even if she knows it’s for the best that it doesn’t come down to more of that, considering, y’know, how everything is currently going to hell in this town.]
It’s cheaper than therapy.
[She shrugs, lowering the brush from the taunting little dangle she’d been holding it at. Her own gaze drifts back over to the mess she’d made of the rectory’s wall, and she points the brush at it for emphasis.]
Lets you vent some frustrations and tell the world to fuck off, and you get to leave your mark. Win-win.
[The math adds up in her mind, so clearly it’s right. Her arm drops back down to her side, and after a moment’s consideration, she gives the brush an easy toss. It lands in the grass beside the small can of paint she’d ‘liberated’ from somewhere earlier.]
no subject
It’s cheaper than therapy.
[She shrugs, lowering the brush from the taunting little dangle she’d been holding it at. Her own gaze drifts back over to the mess she’d made of the rectory’s wall, and she points the brush at it for emphasis.]
Lets you vent some frustrations and tell the world to fuck off, and you get to leave your mark. Win-win.
[The math adds up in her mind, so clearly it’s right. Her arm drops back down to her side, and after a moment’s consideration, she gives the brush an easy toss. It lands in the grass beside the small can of paint she’d ‘liberated’ from somewhere earlier.]