"Well then don't say 'fuck you' if you don't plan on actually acting on that."
Your quite strange aren't you?
ac_unit
"it wasn't even supposed to be like that!"
"Then don't say stuff like that, if you don't want people to take it like that!"
ac_unit
"stop being a perv!"
"Um, no. Not going to happen."
ac_unit
"oh for fucks sake!"
Angie sighs.
"You know, I liked you better when you talked less."
ac_unit
"the same goes for you."
Angie snorts.
"I'm usually quite charming."
ac_unit
"your not"
"Not around you, at least." Angie retorts.
ac_unit
"I highly doubt you ever are."
Angie snorts.
"I'm not having this argument with you of all people."
ac_unit
"yes you are."
"No, I'm really not. The only one who can understand what it means to be like this is my mother and she's-" Angie starts before cutting herself off.
"Nevermind."
ac_unit
"dead"
Angie fixes Agnes with a death glare before turning away.
ac_unit
Agnes pauses for a moment before taking a breath "I'm sorry."
Angie doesn't reply. She just stares at the wall, almost unmoving.
ac_unit
Agnes fights with her fingers for a moment "…….do you want tea?"
Angie flinches; she'd been lost in thought.
But she quickly composes herself and nods.
ac_unit
"Okay.." Agnes nodes and moves to grab Angie's cup
Angie sighs.
"Look, Agnes, I'm going to be honest: I have no clue how to act with you. I want to say one thing, but then something else comes out. I'm usually good at communicating, but it's difficult with you."
ac_unit
"that's ridiculous just speak."
Angie snorts.
"You're ridiculous too. But that's besides the point. My point is, I can't just speak around you."
ac_unit
"and why can't you?"
"If I knew, I'd tell you. I'm not intelligent." Angie shrugs.
ac_unit
"well I am but not in a psychologically."
Angies face looks blank.
"Psycho-what-a-wha?"
ac_unit
"psychologically…"