Ugh. It's these ones she hates the most. It was bad enough when people waltzed in like they owned the place -- which, technically, they usually did -- but for them to take a look around and decide to tear the place up? Rip apart her childhood home because it didn't measure up to their expectations? Fuck off! They're just lucky that she doesn't have a sleep cycle to interrupt anymore with their noisy hammering and talk of open concept and bigger kitchen and new flooring. She'd have to bring them to her side, if that was the case. Really, that's just the rules.
The wispy woman uncurls herself from where she'd been pretending to sit in her closet -- a safe place through her childhood that was dusty and filled with rat shit now, but the cramped familiarity was better than nothing -- and slithers through the wall just enough to get a glimpse at whoever it was that was disturbing her peace now.
...Who is this sassy, lost child...
Well. Whatever. Still a rude dickhead disturbing her peace. With a scowl and the safety of being out of sight, Ryder concentrates to answer Chiaki's hammering with her own knocks at the nearest door.
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Ugh. It's these ones she hates the most. It was bad enough when people waltzed in like they owned the place -- which, technically, they usually did -- but for them to take a look around and decide to tear the place up? Rip apart her childhood home because it didn't measure up to their expectations? Fuck off! They're just lucky that she doesn't have a sleep cycle to interrupt anymore with their noisy hammering and talk of open concept and bigger kitchen and new flooring. She'd have to bring them to her side, if that was the case. Really, that's just the rules.
The wispy woman uncurls herself from where she'd been pretending to sit in her closet -- a safe place through her childhood that was dusty and filled with rat shit now, but the cramped familiarity was better than nothing -- and slithers through the wall just enough to get a glimpse at whoever it was that was disturbing her peace now.
...Who is this sassy, lost child...
Well. Whatever. Still a rude dickhead disturbing her peace. With a scowl and the safety of being out of sight, Ryder concentrates to answer Chiaki's hammering with her own knocks at the nearest door.
wham! wham! wham!]