Shifty eyes. Parkour. That’s the jumping thing, right? Emma pushes herself off of the ground and dusts herself off, shrugging a little bit as though it’ll keep the pink from her cheeks - how embarrassing! Honest to God, most days, her wings work. She wonders what’s up with them today.
"Right. Well, you’re shit at it, just saying.“ That was rude, but he doesn’t really care. She’s welcome to walk away if she doesn’t want to deal with his abuse, after all. "I’d suggest not doing stuff like that in public until you’re, y'know, not shit. But, hey, if you want to be an idiot, I can’t stop you."
