Something to Write About, Day One
Prompt: An imperfect fit.
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He sighed and settled in. It was going to be awhile before he could get a word in, and he knew better than to interrupt her in the middle of a tirade.
Simply, she was throwing a fit. It had been a rough day for some reason or another, he could not be bothered to listen to find out. These fits were common. She would rant and rail and scream and shout, and once it was out of her system, she would be normal again. It was something he had grown to understand and expect from her.
It was, he thought, an imperfect fit. A perfect fit, he had grown to realize, involved not only screams and yells, rants, words, but also physical action. The perfect fits were those with the foot stomping (that he secretly thought was absolutely adorable), the pacing, and the slamming things down on surfaces that he knew she wished were the tender skulls of all those who had wronged her ( ... )
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