[ On the floor, staring at an empty, desolate ceiling (like the rest of this Station for her, empty and desolate with a mask of inter-connectivity to pretend it is not), the last person that she wants to see is probably him - the guy that she broke his face with her fists before fucking off to comma land. Great.
Focusing on pushing her barriers up, holding the stronger, the jolt that rips through her breaks through them almost too easily, pulsing across a substantial radius. She groans through clenched teeth and biting sleeves, focuses on not doing anything too taxing. Like telling him to fuck off. ]
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Focusing on pushing her barriers up, holding the stronger, the jolt that rips through her breaks through them almost too easily, pulsing across a substantial radius. She groans through clenched teeth and biting sleeves, focuses on not doing anything too taxing. Like telling him to fuck off. ]
No.
[ She means, nothing, go away, fuck off. ]