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[Her anger isn't making him back down. If anything it's riling him back up.]

You can't just insult an entire group of people and then say you don't have a problem! I don't know J, maybe take it back? Maybe not call us deformed? What do you think I want?

How would I know what do you want? It's not my fault you're so damn sensitive that you don't believe me!

I'm not being sensi- You can't just- [He stops himself, eyes roaming her face and taking in her stance. How upset she was, how much she didn't seem to understand.]

Maybe I just shouldn't expect someone who's human to get it.

Edited 2016-03-24 03:24 (UTC)

[Or then it hits far too close to home with her.

That makes J to purse her lips together into a thin line. She knows it perfectly well what it's like to live in a world that doesn't accept you and only sees you as a sick perversion that ought to get rid off. And yes, she understands that it's never pleasant to be called deformed by someone else. Or 'a pimple that broke out on Mr. America's face' as she was called back home.

But then again, that's how things are. She's a nelly and he's a mutation, both freaks of nature apparently. So why raise a huge uproar like this especially when she's made it clear that she doesn't think any less of him because of these things.]

No, maybe you shouldn't. [There's no anger left in her words, only coldness.]

Edited 2016-03-24 11:37 (UTC)

[The coldness stings almost as much as the anger, but all that shows on his face is disappointment. Maybe, as much as he loathed to admit it to himself, he'd been wrong. Wrong to think that the people here were truly different from the people at home. Things were better, but that didn't make the acceptance here real.

He just wishes the realization could have come from someone else.]

I'm going to go, I'm supposed to be working.

[It's not really true. There's nothing for him to do today outside of the cleaning he usually blows off, but he'd rather be knee deep in someone else's mess than his. He stands, takes slow steps backing away.]

Enjoy the cake, J. I guess I"ll see you around.

[Oh. That disappointment in him really hits her. Her stomach drops and it feels like someone just dumbed a bucket full of icy cold water on her. She's been here, in a situation exactly like this so many times before. Everything feels bad and sour, it's like the fun flirting and kissing from just a minutes never happened.

Of course, there's a small and very silent voice in the back of her head, telling her that she could fix this and that there was no need to leave things this ill between them. But just like any other time before, her own stubborness manages to quiet the other voice, making J only watch him move and leave the mess hall.]

Right.

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