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((OOC: She will be answering things here, naturally. She's just a jerk.))

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[What was that? ROSETTE I DONT FEEL COMPLETE UNTIL I'M IN A HEADLOCK BEING NOOGIED MERCILESSLY?]

I DO! ME! And I put newspapers on the bottom of the box!

That's not actually going to help if— [OW.]

LET ME GO! You're worrying too much again! He can't do anything!

How do you know?!

[She lets up a LITTLE but certainly isn't letting him go yet. ]

[... Bristles a bit in her hold.]

You think I can't handle myself?!

I think there's no good reason to bother fighting him!

I wasn't planning to!! I didn't even do anything when he tied me up!

That's the problem! We're not dealing with someone rational!

Look-! [Reigns in some of his frustration, because it isn't really directed at her.]

I'll just avoid him altogether. Okay? It's a huge city.

[Finally. Finally! She lets him go, dusting off her hands.]

Fine... that'll work.

[He immediately backs away a few steps, rubbing his... well... everything, almost. He's not above huffing.]

Good. [Turns on his heel, continuing in their original direction.]

[She walks a few steps behind him, hands folded behind her head and watching the clouds above. It'll be raining again soon. It's some time, almost to the apartments, before the speaks up.]

Though to clarify. One-handed.

[He glances over his shoulder, blankly.]

... What?

If it came down to it. I bet you could take him one handed.

[Somehow, being told he could lay a pretentious angel flat is extremely flattering. He looks away, oddly flustered.]

[Lamely] ... Oh.

[The smile on her face breaks into a grin, as she taps a finger on her chin.]

With my help, of course.

[Stops and turns, though he's not oblivious to the stab of relief as things return to some semblance of normality.]

—Now you're just being cocky.

It's not cocky when it's a fact. Face it, you wouldn't know what to do without me.

[She stops as well and puts on hand on a hip, the other brushes back her hair from her shoulder.]

[He draws himself up to his full height, which achieves very little.]

Yeah?! And what about you? You'd never eat again! And you'd have to do your own laundry!