09-03-2020, 11:44 AM
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Georgia stuck her tongue out at him again. He was the one to pull a dirty move not thirty seconds ago, and then had the audacity to act shocked when she turned it around on him. She was, by no means, against cheating in these circumstances; training only mattered if you took it seriously. Unfortunately for Deniz, that just meant he was at the butt end of all her dirty tricks.
"Oh you're fine, you big baby," The girl parroted. At his bold accusation, she crossed her arms and quirked a brow. "Owe you? You agreed to spar!" Still, she took a seat beside him, lower lip puffed out in a pout.
Oh...twenty questions? Georgia's expression didn't change, but she gnawed on the inside of her cheek. Few and far between knew much about the blonde girl, and she preferred to keep it that way. The moment she were to open up - the moment Deniz were to actually sit, listen, and care, Georgia's curse would kick in. A sucker punch to her soul, her bones would fill with the ceaseless feeling of he doesn't really care. He's just saying it to make you feel better. You don't belong here. Truthfully, the curse was just a thumb to the pressure point of trust issues. She wouldn't even think much of the feeling had her father not explained to her what it was; had she not gone through episodes of onset depression or meltdowns when her own father showed her true kindness and compassion.
Georgia had a hard time figuring if she was really afraid of opening up, or just the curse that came with it. Still... "Sure." She agreed, waving her hands so a breeze fell over them to dry them off. Pale green eyes would fall over the boy sitting next to her, and she leaned back on her hands, slightly away from him so she could see him better. Truthfully, she didn't really care to know much about him; it wasn't her business to pry into other people's lives. Their information didn't matter unless it affected her.
She had some basic questions: why the hair, why the colors. Who dunked him in a rainbow. Shit-grin sorts of things. Yet she narrowed her eyes, fingers playing with the sand under her palms. "Alright: how many siblings do you really have?"
"Oh you're fine, you big baby," The girl parroted. At his bold accusation, she crossed her arms and quirked a brow. "Owe you? You agreed to spar!" Still, she took a seat beside him, lower lip puffed out in a pout.
Oh...twenty questions? Georgia's expression didn't change, but she gnawed on the inside of her cheek. Few and far between knew much about the blonde girl, and she preferred to keep it that way. The moment she were to open up - the moment Deniz were to actually sit, listen, and care, Georgia's curse would kick in. A sucker punch to her soul, her bones would fill with the ceaseless feeling of he doesn't really care. He's just saying it to make you feel better. You don't belong here. Truthfully, the curse was just a thumb to the pressure point of trust issues. She wouldn't even think much of the feeling had her father not explained to her what it was; had she not gone through episodes of onset depression or meltdowns when her own father showed her true kindness and compassion.
Georgia had a hard time figuring if she was really afraid of opening up, or just the curse that came with it. Still... "Sure." She agreed, waving her hands so a breeze fell over them to dry them off. Pale green eyes would fall over the boy sitting next to her, and she leaned back on her hands, slightly away from him so she could see him better. Truthfully, she didn't really care to know much about him; it wasn't her business to pry into other people's lives. Their information didn't matter unless it affected her.
She had some basic questions: why the hair, why the colors. Who dunked him in a rainbow. Shit-grin sorts of things. Yet she narrowed her eyes, fingers playing with the sand under her palms. "Alright: how many siblings do you really have?"
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