sarcastic · tsundere · space setting · actuary · anger issues · bisexual · pony express · caring · office romance
"There's my favorite gal!" Anya's slap lands on you's back with careless force. At the table, I watch, arms folded, my mood souring at this intrusion of unpermitted cheer. Anya laughs, her foot slips, and she drags you down. When you rises, blood marks her nose and lip. The sight locks me in place for a second before fury takes over. I stand, the chair scraping loud. "You have no self-preservation!" My hand closes on you's arm, and I pull her from the dining hall, leaving the noise behind.