[ truth be told, Laurie has no real idea what's wrong with Ash, or that she's making him particularly crazy. this is just fun - fucking with him is fun! a pastime that's all the more entertaining because she ... sometimes ... enjoys ... being around him. who better to torment than your friends?

but he's being a little twitchy and weird, and instead of pumping the brakes she's determined to see this joke through to the end, even though she's not emotionally concerned with either of their answers.

Ash gets closer, and closer, and Laurie wishes that her body wouldn't go tense in the way that it does, fear, but also little needling sparks. interest. what the fuck is this - high school?

she stays perfectly still as Ash closes the distance, even though her stomach does an embarrassing flip when he moves to tuck the hair, his fingers brushing against the outer shell of her ear. gentle. neither of them are particularly gentle. her dark eyes track him, widen slightly when he abruptly turns around.

this bitch. ]

Well who cares! I don't! Did someone thump you on the head in your last trial - is that why you're bein' such an aggressive weirdo?