[ Nebula steps back to give Jade room, arms folding over her chest. Dark eyes unreadable beneath narrowed brows, mouth downturned. A metal finger taps against the bend at her elbow and she huffs, rolls her eyes. ]
Oh. I'm judging you.
[ Pointed and direct, the drawl there as she adds: ] Not necessarily for not fighting.
[ Hiding away, yes. A week is too long if she's been hiding under this table that entire time. Why? She inclines her head: ]
The owners would like the weirdo out of their house.
no subject
Oh. I'm judging you.
[ Pointed and direct, the drawl there as she adds: ] Not necessarily for not fighting.
[ Hiding away, yes. A week is too long if she's been hiding under this table that entire time. Why? She inclines her head: ]
The owners would like the weirdo out of their house.