[Sometimes their little spats went rougher routes. Mumon might have expressed his lack of emotional know how in fear but 18 had always expressed her own in anger. Confusion, doubt, annoyance, love, hate - when it came to things 18 couldn't readily identify, frustration was her first resort.
His hand grabbed her wrist and for a moment it was complete surprise that took away the angry fire that had been in her expression. For someone who had such a hard grasp as hers, her wrist was small in his hold. Her grip slackened as he spoke, turning limp and nervous again before he apologized.
If Mumon has divined a strategy for dealing with 18's moods, he had picked well. She seemed to wilt just a little before she gave a long sigh. Her voice was faintly exasperated and completely fond.]
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His hand grabbed her wrist and for a moment it was complete surprise that took away the angry fire that had been in her expression. For someone who had such a hard grasp as hers, her wrist was small in his hold. Her grip slackened as he spoke, turning limp and nervous again before he apologized.
If Mumon has divined a strategy for dealing with 18's moods, he had picked well. She seemed to wilt just a little before she gave a long sigh. Her voice was faintly exasperated and completely fond.]
You're such an idiot.