[what happened to her original game plan of eventually letting him fix everything? apparently she's lost sight of that thread of her strategy in her hurry to bluff, because the minute things start flying around getting repaired she makes a strangled noise of displeasure. WHY IS IT MOVING SO FAST
she immediately dashes to the freshly-repaired window...and puts her entire shoulder to the pane. this was something she'd wanted fixed in particular, too. guess that's another casualty to whatever scenario she's gotten herself tangled up in now.
the stuff in her hands immediately goes out the window, quickly followed by pretty much anything she can get her hands on. it no longer matters if it was originally broken - if she can reach it without having to stand on something, it's going out the window. she's shooting Josuke dirty looks the whole time as she slingshots around the living room, like this is personally and exclusively his fault.]
[Holy shit she's being a bit absurd now, breaking shit again that he's fixing...the poor neighbors are probably wondering if it's a break in!
Better put a lid on it, then.
Or try.
Josuke keeps his Stand back for the moment and, as Hazel tosses another armload out the window like she's winning something here, Josuke throws his arms around her from behind and pins her arms to her sides.]
Alright! This is getting out of hand!
[Honestly, he's never met someone before who liked their mess and wanted to keep it half as much as her!]
[the neighbors have witness far worse from this house, let's be real. at this point they probably don't even notice.
for all that Hazel is kind of careening off the rails here, she still has some presence of mind. she remembers the last time they'd sort of wrestled at the beach party and how her inability to feel her own blows had unintentionally hurt him for real, and so this time she doesn't lash out. instead she digs her heels into the carpet as far as she can and just...tries to...slide out of his grip.....
to no one's surprise, it doesn't work. the shrill cries of protest slowly peter off into incoherent whining as she gives up, which is perhaps even worse than her attempting to kick her way to freedom.]
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[what happened to her original game plan of eventually letting him fix everything? apparently she's lost sight of that thread of her strategy in her hurry to bluff, because the minute things start flying around getting repaired she makes a strangled noise of displeasure. WHY IS IT MOVING SO FAST
she immediately dashes to the freshly-repaired window...and puts her entire shoulder to the pane. this was something she'd wanted fixed in particular, too. guess that's another casualty to whatever scenario she's gotten herself tangled up in now.
the stuff in her hands immediately goes out the window, quickly followed by pretty much anything she can get her hands on. it no longer matters if it was originally broken - if she can reach it without having to stand on something, it's going out the window. she's shooting Josuke dirty looks the whole time as she slingshots around the living room, like this is personally and exclusively his fault.]
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Better put a lid on it, then.
Or try.
Josuke keeps his Stand back for the moment and, as Hazel tosses another armload out the window like she's winning something here, Josuke throws his arms around her from behind and pins her arms to her sides.]
Alright! This is getting out of hand!
[Honestly, he's never met someone before who liked their mess and wanted to keep it half as much as her!]
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for all that Hazel is kind of careening off the rails here, she still has some presence of mind. she remembers the last time they'd sort of wrestled at the beach party and how her inability to feel her own blows had unintentionally hurt him for real, and so this time she doesn't lash out. instead she digs her heels into the carpet as far as she can and just...tries to...slide out of his grip.....
to no one's surprise, it doesn't work. the shrill cries of protest slowly peter off into incoherent whining as she gives up, which is perhaps even worse than her attempting to kick her way to freedom.]