"Nothing about what you just said makes any sense." But now she's glaring at him, because whatever he means by "that" and the mention of a chair is probably not good. She shifts a bit, kneeing him in the back. Don't be a dick, Hansel.
There's a slight hiss from her as he peels away her shirt, the fabric sticking to the wound. "I don't care, I wanted to." Another hiss from her as she grits her teeth. "Someone has to make sure you don't get hurt all the time, and I don't see any white witches around here."
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Date: 2013-07-10 02:21 am (UTC)There's a slight hiss from her as he peels away her shirt, the fabric sticking to the wound. "I don't care, I wanted to." Another hiss from her as she grits her teeth. "Someone has to make sure you don't get hurt all the time, and I don't see any white witches around here."
Because she's definitely not one, nope.