[She is sorely tempted to shut her laptop and burrow under her blankets after sending that message.
There's no way his response was going to be pleased, but it still hits sorely when she reads it. She's done crazier things than this, hasn't she? It's not the first time he's asked her if she's lost her mind either, but that time she had a plan.
Here, she had the framework of a hopeful idea, and Bruno may well smash it under his fist. But for all her heart flutters anxiously in her chest, she can't be cowed. Not yet.]
No, I'm not. I didn't plan to meet him. It was an accident, but we talked, Bucciarati.
I was transformed, and easily three times his size. He couldn't have hurt me even if he wanted to.
[He was the one who begged her for mercy when she nabbed him by his scruff like a kitten.
Regardless, her responses are rapid-fire and slightly disjointed, ending on:]
<Zigazigah>
There's no way his response was going to be pleased, but it still hits sorely when she reads it. She's done crazier things than this, hasn't she? It's not the first time he's asked her if she's lost her mind either, but that time she had a plan.
Here, she had the framework of a hopeful idea, and Bruno may well smash it under his fist. But for all her heart flutters anxiously in her chest, she can't be cowed. Not yet.]
No, I'm not. I didn't plan to meet him. It was an accident, but we talked, Bucciarati.
I was transformed, and easily three times his size. He couldn't have hurt me even if he wanted to.
[He was the one who begged her for mercy when she nabbed him by his scruff like a kitten.
Regardless, her responses are rapid-fire and slightly disjointed, ending on:]
Things aren't the same here.