[Ordinarily the compliment given like that would have Taylor reacting in anger, or at least rising to it like an insult, even though Irene continues on to say it was expected. But she's still feeling worn through and drawn out, raw-edged in a way that makes some parts of her feeling more sharp than usual, and others weaker. There's anger still there, confusion and distrust against words like that, but it's muted down to a tensing of Taylor's jaw, a sharp shift of her shoulders. She looks away, turns to pull herself up to sit on the counter, finding something solid in an action she knows isn't acceptable to most, that leaves her hunched over herself slightly. Her dogs gather together on the floor under her feet, settling themselves down.]
Don't know your observation skills. [They'd only spoken via text previously, though Irene had picked over words like someone with an eye for detail. But Taylor had gotten enough so far, amends it even if the idea of leaving it hanging like something Irene still had to prove does appeal to her.] Didn't.
[A frown, for a moment, but if Irene's trying to mean something else with that question, Taylor isn't willing to trip into it.]
[ Despite the fact that Tyke's reaction isn't nearly as overt as it usually would be (and Irene thinks certainly not as violent), Irene notices the subtle things. The shift in her shoulders and the tensing of her jaw make Irene realize that perhaps compliments aren't the way to go. Or if they are, they need to be subtle, focused on other things that aren't Tyke herself. Irene doesn't stop her when sits on the counter, she hardly minds it and she's nearly certain that Tyke would sit on it to spite her if Irene raised an objection. Her eyes focus on the dogs for a good minute before she finally looks back at Tyke. ]
You haven't seen them in full action. Don't is still perfectly acceptable. [ It's technically true, while Irene was able to pick the words, text always makes it harder on Irene unless she knows the person. You can't read emotions from texts after all.
For once, Irene didn't actually mean anything by the question and it shows in how her lips quirk up when she moves to grab the pizza. It's has half it topped with chicken and half of it topped with pepperoni. (She remembered, oh yes she did.) ]
I wasn't sure which one you'd like more. Thankfully I didn't include pineapple, otherwise, I fear what you might have done to it.
[Taylor watches her, still frowning slightly. Hadn't expected Irene to concede that point - a point Taylor had already given her - not sure why she has. The same frown gets turned on the pizza, and she looks at it quietly for a long moment. Being told there was pizza (for her) and being confronted with it in reality were two different things. She suddenly feels even more uncertain than before, tension bristling up her spine, like she should forget the whole thing and leave. But sitting up on the counter had trapped her in that, the dogs under her feet and Irene right in front of her.]
Would've picked it off.
[Half-mumbled. She can do basic problem solving like a topping she doesn't like on a pizza, no problem. The whole situation, though, that wasn't basic.
She glances up from the pizza, uncertainty warring with something defensive (and maybe slightly wounded) in her expression. Irene didn't know about the fear toxin, didn't know about what Taylor had done to Tommy, but there was a part of Taylor that thought she should. Should see it in her with those observation skills of hers: see how much of a fuck up she was, how she wasn't worth any sort of attention or random space pizza with her favourite toppings on it.]
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Don't know your observation skills. [They'd only spoken via text previously, though Irene had picked over words like someone with an eye for detail. But Taylor had gotten enough so far, amends it even if the idea of leaving it hanging like something Irene still had to prove does appeal to her.] Didn't.
[A frown, for a moment, but if Irene's trying to mean something else with that question, Taylor isn't willing to trip into it.]
The pizza? Yeah.
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You haven't seen them in full action. Don't is still perfectly acceptable. [ It's technically true, while Irene was able to pick the words, text always makes it harder on Irene unless she knows the person. You can't read emotions from texts after all.
For once, Irene didn't actually mean anything by the question and it shows in how her lips quirk up when she moves to grab the pizza. It's has half it topped with chicken and half of it topped with pepperoni. (She remembered, oh yes she did.) ]
I wasn't sure which one you'd like more. Thankfully I didn't include pineapple, otherwise, I fear what you might have done to it.
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Would've picked it off.
[Half-mumbled. She can do basic problem solving like a topping she doesn't like on a pizza, no problem. The whole situation, though, that wasn't basic.
She glances up from the pizza, uncertainty warring with something defensive (and maybe slightly wounded) in her expression. Irene didn't know about the fear toxin, didn't know about what Taylor had done to Tommy, but there was a part of Taylor that thought she should. Should see it in her with those observation skills of hers: see how much of a fuck up she was, how she wasn't worth any sort of attention or random space pizza with her favourite toppings on it.]
Why are you doing this?