“You’re odd today.” He says, looking her strangely.
“What?” she replies, and stops beside him, “No, I’m not. You’re just delusional.”
He rolls his eyes and decides that he doesn’t feel like arguing today. Instead he walks forward, locking an arm around her head as he passes her, effectively dragging a staggering her the rest of the way home. She stumbles and hisses scathingly at him, spouting a novel-full of ways she would kill him if he didn’t let her go right now and he doesn’t.
end.