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He couldn’t chuckle even if he wanted to at her last comment. His eyelids narrowed more than they already were, now going from lull-like to full on glaring. “So a weird person or crazy person might mistake me for a bitch? I’m fifty percent bitch? Is that what you are saying?” Where this conversation was going he had no idea, but he was messing with her. With the stuttering and new-found nervous or embarrassed behavior she was displaying, he was enjoying himself. “You call your friends bitches? Hmph..” Scoffing only to keep his feigned annoyance going.
He wondered how long it would take her to end whatever was going on with him, coming to her wits end or something along those lines. Then again, he’d probably just follow her around because he had nothing better to do and she seemed like she could be good entertainment. He took note of the height difference, bending down so he could level his face to her’s. “Are you looking for a fight?”
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Eyes widened in embarrassment, and she could feel her heart beat speed up like it was on a race with time. Unfortunately, while the young girl was a very skilled liar, she wasn’t quite as good at spotting the signs indicating that a person was only acting. Feet stumble backwards, an almost unconscious gesture, and she finds that her eyes cannot meet his anymore. ‘No! You misunderstand,’ she denies. 'And it’s just an endearment thing!’
Phase One. The combination of adrenaline, fear, burning embarrassment, and the male’s close proximity makes her take even more steps backward. Phase Two. Once she deemed that they were a safer distance away, she went on defensive, 'W-What!? How did you even come to that conclusion?’
Well, if one could consider that defensive.