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she doesnβt deign him with the satisfaction of letting their eyes meet ββ but her brow furrows just slightly as she checks his wounds, one cheek puffing up ; indignant.
β stop smiling, β she chides, her stark blue eyes finally flickering up to his. she scowls, deeper.
she checks over his woundsβ and levels him with an unimpressed gaze.
β you havenβt dressed these properly, β she clicks her tongue in false annoyance, pointing at the stool in front of her. β sit down. β
ββ her eyes, squinting at him, then
a sigh. β let me look at that? β when
he doesnβt budge, neither does she.
ββ thereβs a ( pause ), a breath of recognition, and her head whips back to lock eyes with the * reader.
β itβs been a while, β she whispers, soft.
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i have been nothing but obsessive and possessive and unhealthily towards you and this is how you treat me
β youβre not here to hurt me? β
thereβs an incredulous laugh, and her finger twitches toward the trigger. her face tightening in frustration.
β spit it out, dex. youβre not actually just here for a house call, are you? β she circles him, keeping a healthy distance.
ββ she always enjoys the company of the ( reader ). tonight more so, with wine in her system.
sheβs β¦ giggly.
β what are you doing here? β is spat out tersely, her hands tightening over the .380 she keeps clutched tightly;
her bag dropped on the ground over the threshold of her apartment. β answer me. β
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βwhat? peter, i donβt care about photos right now,β she sighs, pinching her nose - bridge as she stares out her window.
( she has half a mind to get up and look for him. )
she may not have super-senses or abilities, but she knew when people were lying to her. (β¦)
at once, sheβs on high alertββ spine stiffening as she straightens, brows knitting together.
β are you alright, peter? β she says, quiet. β sounds like youβreβ somewhere unsafe. β
βββ β hey, itβs good to hear from you, β her voice warmly greets the * ππππππ.