Misha brushed her hand along on of the trees as she passed. The bark chewed into her palm. She watched her own fingers for a moment, then snapped her head back to him with a wary smirk. "Aw, me?" She shrugged. "It was fine for a while, but.." She mocked a dramatic sob. "I just couldn't take...." She lapsed into a dramatic pause, then met his eyes with a passionate look. "When they ate my newborn siblings alive. It was just too much. 'Only the strong survive, Misha,' they said. I guess I'm just a little squeamish."
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Misha glanced at her hand. It stung a bit - regretfully. She dropped it to her side and followed him, staying close. What an asshole, she thought, eyes fixed on the back of his head. "You're a real Machiavellin' type, ya know?" she said coldly.
Misha lets out a a strangled hiss as her back slams against the rough bark of the tree. She glares at him as he speaks, then drops her gaze to the ground as he releases her. She takes a feint of an unsteady step forwards, then lunges at him with her hand outstretched. She strikes him hard across the face.
She looks at him for a second, then smiled toothily. "Oh, because the only one anybody cares about is you?" She mocked a pensive look. "Oh, wait!" She nodded. "That's right! I forgot. It's the Fabine show, here in town now and forever." She mimed childish amusement, but her eyes were cold. "I'm so sorry for forgettin' to make everything about you!"
Misha stopped herself from recoiling. She narrowed her eyes a bit, then tilted her head to the side. She put a hand out in a vague gesture. "I mean, I've got a sob story, but it isn't so much fun to just tell the truth. I'd rather say I was raised by wolves or somethin'." She laughed bitterly. "I'm sure you've got your stories, though. I'm not gonna poke at it."
She made a brushing motion with her hand. "Aw." She studied his face, her own expression filled with smug curiosity. "Were they not cool enough for you? Wrong style?" She tried to imagine what his family would look like, but she couldn't visualize anything.
With a shrug and an idle tilt of the head, Misha considered Destin. Her memories were still hazy but she remembered how they had been captured and - oh! Aya. She slid a sideways glance over at Fabine, wondering how much he knew. She shrugged it off. "Oh, you do have a family? You didn't just crawl outta some pit in the ground, already full of yourself?"
Misha snorted. "I'd hate to see how you treat you siblings if that's how you feel." She shook her head slowly, turning back to him with a look of confusion on her face. "Wait, so he really left? Or.. tried to.." She drew her gaze away and chose to focus on the patterns of pine bark instead.
Misha flinched. "..Ya really don't give a shit about me, do you?" She followed slower, kicking at the leaf litter below her feet. She remembered with a jolt that they never found any firewood. She felt cold and damp in her clothes, now bitten through by the moisture in the air and the drips of water down the trees. It was nothing like the desert. "I just thought you might like to know there's a boogeyman out there," she said, voice low.
Misha snarled and elbowed him in the ribs, struggling to free herself from his grip. "Don't touch me, douchebag." She winces. "I don't know. Like I said, they totally fried my brain back there." She went quiet for a second, grasping for information. "Uh - They're outta that desert way down the interstate."
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