[ it takes her a little while before she's stopped laughing, but she did hear all of that. ramble, ramble, ramble. it's a shame he doesn't have any weapons, because she doesn't either. not that she's feeling all that angry or murderous right now, quite the opposite actually. the plot thickens! he died, but he's not dead, not like her. some part of her can sense that, or maybe it's just something inside her that wishes for that same rush of anything like he's feeling now. so what if he's afraid of her, or angry, or whatever it is. he's got a pulse that's likely rushing, and a heart that's hammering away, and some part of her misses that.
but not enough to let it upset her.
he's pressed himself against a wall, which is funny because boy, she didn't even have to put any effort in trapping him. not that she's going to use any force now. but one second she's there, then she's gone, and in what probably just feels like a cold gust, she's right in front of him. he's.. tall, which makes the whole intimidation thing a little tricky, but Hayden's pretty great at looking completely manic when she's laughing, so who knows. ]
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but not enough to let it upset her.
he's pressed himself against a wall, which is funny because boy, she didn't even have to put any effort in trapping him. not that she's going to use any force now. but one second she's there, then she's gone, and in what probably just feels like a cold gust, she's right in front of him. he's.. tall, which makes the whole intimidation thing a little tricky, but Hayden's pretty great at looking completely manic when she's laughing, so who knows. ]
Oh, my. Is that a promise?