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[jianhuo]

She hates this

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[jianhuo]

The cool thing about being on heavy-dosage painkillers all the time? No one really faults you for hating everyone you see.

Which is why her lips curls and she makes a face, turning her eyes away from him. "What're you... doin' here? Go 'way."

[jianhuo]

She winced-- but frowned all the same, making it look more like a grimace than anything, a growl in a drug-relaxed throat. "Stop th-- that, gorram you, y-- stop it."

She knows what she is and he doesn't even know what she looks like.

[jianhuo]

She sighs, soft and slow, but the irritation is there in her eyes when she turns a glare on him.

It makes a good shield for her anger, despair.

"It ain't-- workin', Harper, you-- gotta get that."

[jianhuo]

"Does it look like I'm-- goin' dancin' any-- time soon?!"

[jianhuo]

"Because it-- irritated-- me then, too," she grumbles, rolling her eyes. But there was a lightness to those words that was lacking in all others.

He may frustrate her to the point of rage-- but it doesn't mean he can't make her smile.

[jianhuo]

"You irri-- irritate-- me," she murmured, and turned her head back to look at him. It's not quite amusement but there is a coldness missing from her gaze that's been constant the past few weeks.

[jianhuo]

"God, you must be M-mother-- freaking Theresa th--then." Her breath is getting deeper, slightly labored.

But it's the first time she's honestly snarked at someone in a while.

She'll get more practice later with Illyria, too.

[jianhuo]

"Jes--us' on the sev--seventh floor," she breathes and might even laugh-- that could be a grin right there. "Sure he'll do it f'r-- some o'that-- god-awful whis--whiskey you-- make."