[She glowers, her hands landing on her hips. She's vaguely tempted to thwap him again just because of that look—and because she knows there's no way that first one actually hurt. Like, look at her.
She doesn't, though. The appeal of being annoyed at him is fading fast. Maybe because she has no reason to be annoyed at him in the first place? Sounds fake.]
You have one of those roles. Congratulations. Is this more stupid rules?
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She doesn't, though. The appeal of being annoyed at him is fading fast. Maybe because she has no reason to be annoyed at him in the first place? Sounds fake.]
You have one of those roles. Congratulations. Is this more stupid rules?