[ She could tell him a thousand times in a thousand different ways and he’d warp and worry each of them into an exercise in speculative murder. Three months later, her judgment is still fresh in his mind. Not as a source of ire, but of persistent fascination.
Not just that she said she’d kill him, but that he believed her.
He’s delighted when she stiffs the ball back to him as hard as she does, teeth shown in a wicked arc -- half grimace for the effort involved in stopping it short of a punch to the gut. She can feel the way adrenaline seizes through him in time with a shrill shutter at his eyes, breath caught and forced out through his teeth. ]
I’ll behave, [ he promises, once he’s straightened upright. Earnest. The medicine ball rests easy at his middle, his hands splayed wide at the ice caps. ] No funny business.
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Not just that she said she’d kill him, but that he believed her.
He’s delighted when she stiffs the ball back to him as hard as she does, teeth shown in a wicked arc -- half grimace for the effort involved in stopping it short of a punch to the gut. She can feel the way adrenaline seizes through him in time with a shrill shutter at his eyes, breath caught and forced out through his teeth. ]
I’ll behave, [ he promises, once he’s straightened upright. Earnest. The medicine ball rests easy at his middle, his hands splayed wide at the ice caps. ] No funny business.