[ once, every millennium or so, his sarcasm actually ruffles her feathers beyond her ability to shake off insult and return the ridicule or dismiss his attempts for her attention with a flick of the hair and the spring in her step as she walked away. ]
[ this time, lydia defaults to crossing her arms over her chest and furrowing her brow in resentment. when had she gotten so out of practice in dealing with affectionate morons? maybe moving away had been a bad idea if it was going to put her this out of touch (though jackson - or lack of jackson - may play a significant roll in this as well, along with basic maturing). ]
[ know what one's never too mature for? twirling hair around her finger and flicking it, even if the spring isn't there. ]
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[ this time, lydia defaults to crossing her arms over her chest and furrowing her brow in resentment. when had she gotten so out of practice in dealing with affectionate morons? maybe moving away had been a bad idea if it was going to put her this out of touch (though jackson - or lack of jackson - may play a significant roll in this as well, along with basic maturing). ]
[ know what one's never too mature for? twirling hair around her finger and flicking it, even if the spring isn't there. ]
Nevermind, I'll get my own punch.