A finger presses hard against the skin of her shoulder.
Poke.
Poke... Poke.
"What."
Poke, poke, poke.
She shifts away in her seat slightly.
Poke.
"Seriously."
A tentative pause... A beat.... Aaand another poke.
"Fine. I'm gonna ignore you."
Frown. Poke... Poke... Poke. Poke. Poke. Pokepokepokepokepokepoke-
"Fine! What the actual fuck do you want!?"
"To beat my record," A flat response, "But you always crack too soon."
Word Count: 67
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