[Descole bites back something that's almost a whimper, clinging onto her double's front and glancing back down at the scrubbing brush.]
Thank you, double, but really. I was trying to...
[Trying to what, even? It's not like the floor is going to get any cleaner, so about the only thing she was going to do was mess up her hands and knees crawling around on the floor like that.
She doesn't want to think about what he said. It's not like she doesn't already know that she's got a million hang-ups when it comes to food, but she doesn't want to hear it said so bluntly like that. Who does he even think he is? Descole makes a frustrated noise in the back of her throat, trying to push away from him without actually letting go of his jacket. Her head hurts right now, trying to think about this and function at the same time, when functioning alone is hard enough for her.]
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Thank you, double, but really. I was trying to...
[Trying to what, even? It's not like the floor is going to get any cleaner, so about the only thing she was going to do was mess up her hands and knees crawling around on the floor like that.
She doesn't want to think about what he said. It's not like she doesn't already know that she's got a million hang-ups when it comes to food, but she doesn't want to hear it said so bluntly like that. Who does he even think he is? Descole makes a frustrated noise in the back of her throat, trying to push away from him without actually letting go of his jacket. Her head hurts right now, trying to think about this and function at the same time, when functioning alone is hard enough for her.]