Oh come on, don't be such a drama queen. It's a piece of popcorn.
[she tries her best to sound nonchalant and faintly irritated, but the not so secret good person buried within is immediately chagrined and worried because what if he's not joking this time..? she frowns, which thankfully could also be read as apathy, and tries to lean forward and get a look at his eye without actually looking like that's what she's doing.]
[Leaning over his legs, groaning because shit shit it hurts Hazel what did you do...except.
Once she's close enough?
Wouldn't you know it, the big faker was faking it! And he's launching forward with the popcorn bowl—which has been in his other hand this entire time!
...and is overturned atop her head a second later.]
Can't believe you fell for it! You really do care, though! Awww!
[He bops the top of the bowl before leaning back and laughing!]
[there's the briefest moment of shock as Hazel falls prey to indulging in her own unconscious compassion, just a breath's worth of her mind trying to process what the fuck just happened, and then she completely melts down.
there's no lunging at his throat in an attempt to throttle him, although her hands continually clench and unclench in front of her as if she's seriously considering the action. it's just a steady stream and low and passionate cursing flowing out from underneath the bowl, impressive in both their unstoppable continuance and the sheer creativity she starts dipping into towards the end.
there's some words that are most definitely not English, borrowed from the shit various magical people have flung at her in the past, and the only coherent sentence that can really be picked out of the mess is something like canceling friendship forever]
What a mouthful. Bet you can't say it again five times fast.
[He tips the bowl off her head and...maybe as a way of saying he's sorry for getting her all worked up and worried, or as a way of saying thank you for coming over and getting his mind off things, he pulls her into a one-armed hug, his other hand...casually picking popcorn kernels out of her hair. Yikes! There sure are a lot.]
[...oh. oh, it's a hug. Hazel deflates instantly, all the hurt feelings (both real and manufactured) draining away in a flash. it's pathetic how starved she is for physical affection that a simple gesture like this can completely erase any current contentions.
she'd feel bad about it, except Josuke is her friend, no matter how much she was screeching about disowning him a few seconds ago. that makes it alright to fold, somehow.]
Try not to get anything caught in the stitching.
[because, whoops, there's totally a really thick stitch encircling her entire scalp that her hair covers. there's a brainless joke to be made somewhere, but that's really not the point at the moment.
Hazel only mumbles the warning so that it could maybe distract from her arm snaking around to return the hug, as if someone isn't going to notice another person embracing them. apology/thanks combo accepted, asshole.]
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[she tries her best to sound nonchalant and faintly irritated, but the not so secret good person buried within is immediately chagrined and worried because what if he's not joking this time..? she frowns, which thankfully could also be read as apathy, and tries to lean forward and get a look at his eye without actually looking like that's what she's doing.]
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Once she's close enough?
Wouldn't you know it, the big faker was faking it! And he's launching forward with the popcorn bowl—which has been in his other hand this entire time!
...and is overturned atop her head a second later.]
Can't believe you fell for it! You really do care, though! Awww!
[He bops the top of the bowl before leaning back and laughing!]
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there's no lunging at his throat in an attempt to throttle him, although her hands continually clench and unclench in front of her as if she's seriously considering the action. it's just a steady stream and low and passionate cursing flowing out from underneath the bowl, impressive in both their unstoppable continuance and the sheer creativity she starts dipping into towards the end.
there's some words that are most definitely not English, borrowed from the shit various magical people have flung at her in the past, and the only coherent sentence that can really be picked out of the mess is something like canceling friendship forever]
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[He tips the bowl off her head and...maybe as a way of saying he's sorry for getting her all worked up and worried, or as a way of saying thank you for coming over and getting his mind off things, he pulls her into a one-armed hug, his other hand...casually picking popcorn kernels out of her hair. Yikes! There sure are a lot.]
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she'd feel bad about it, except Josuke is her friend, no matter how much she was screeching about disowning him a few seconds ago. that makes it alright to fold, somehow.]
Try not to get anything caught in the stitching.
[because, whoops, there's totally a really thick stitch encircling her entire scalp that her hair covers. there's a brainless joke to be made somewhere, but that's really not the point at the moment.
Hazel only mumbles the warning so that it could maybe distract from her arm snaking around to return the hug, as if someone isn't going to notice another person embracing them. apology/thanks combo accepted, asshole.]