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Post by Yulia Sokolov on Jan 15, 2017 10:45:56 GMT -7
"You're not helping!" Yulia shouted louder than she intended to while she put the various displaced baked goods back.
It was frustrating because he seemed to be aware of this. People don't act like they're being a burden when they're helping. People don't apologize when they're being helpful. She could understand guilt at not being helpful, but she'd made it clear she didn't want his help anymore. That was a sign that he should leave and try again later. That's how it worked. He seemed to know that's how it worked given he was acting like his presence was a punishment of sorts.
"Even if you stayed you wouldn't be keeping your word, so there's no point anyway."
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Post by Tristan Carter on Jan 18, 2017 18:09:05 GMT -7
Tristan jumped when he got shouted at. He figured he should've seen it coming, considering they had been talking about an obviously sensitive subject for her. At the same time, though, he hadn't been expecting quite an aggressive response to him saying that he wanted to help, even if it would be undeniably awkward for a little while. What Sin Eater had said the night that she tried to kill him immediately came to mind. He wondered if he really was hated. Looking back, he really wouldn't be surprised.
“If you're sure,” he said sullenly. “I'll leave you to your solitude. Have a nice day, okay, kid?” There was no bitterness in his voice; after all, he couldn't blame her, even if he disagreed with her choice. Odds were that they'd end up running into one another again eventually. It'd probably be better to try and deal with her issues with him sooner rather than later. Not to mention that she clearly needed an actual friend that would try and help her talk through her problems. If Tristan didn't qualify, though, that was alright. At least he could try and help Avaline to fill the role.
He gave her a small wave before making his way to the other side of the store. He was already in the store, after all, and just because she was experiencing issues with his presence didn't mean he could be bothered to go to a different one. He had some free time, yes, but he still had some semblance of a schedule to stick to. Especially considering how he apparently misplaced his shopping list. He just wanted some fresh produce, he knew, but beyond that, he hadn't the foggiest idea of specifics. He started checking his pockets more frantically, hoping that he hadn't actually lost it.
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Post by Yulia Sokolov on Jan 19, 2017 17:48:03 GMT -7
For a moment, Yulia felt guilty for raising her voice like that. Then she remembered that he basically called her a freak in more polite words and thought she couldn't do as something as simple as hold a conversation because he decided to go talk in riddles. It made the feeling easier to deal with. She didn't look up or even respond to his wave. Right now, she was too frustrated and embarrassed to deal with simple social niceties. Instead, she put more cookies than she initially planned on into her shopping basket. She intended to go home and stuff her face with cookies until someone needed her for something. That always made her feel better.
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