[ She swans in cheerfully enough; a perfume that smells like the inside of a candy box, a short skirt, some cutesy little pastries that she sets down right in his reach. She sits down next to him too, leaned in close to preen at his hair and coo Oh, Homa. All very sweet until she's grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked. ]
Now listen to me, Homa. My darling.
[ She's hissing, fangs bared and eyes narrow. Her anger has a particular quality to it, razor sharp and invective. Her lilting Osaka-ben is nowhere to be found, each word clipped and perfect. ]
If you make me watch you die a second time, I will never fucking forgive you.
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Now listen to me, Homa. My darling.
[ She's hissing, fangs bared and eyes narrow. Her anger has a particular quality to it, razor sharp and invective. Her lilting Osaka-ben is nowhere to be found, each word clipped and perfect. ]
If you make me watch you die a second time, I will never fucking forgive you.