(Johanna turns sideways like one side of a parentheses. One arm up on the back of the couch and bent to hover ever so slightly near Eggsy's ear.)
I'm not stupid, of course I know that. Do you think I'm stupid? You think I'm stupid!
(That's when she moves to put her finger in his ear.
Johanna doesn't know how to process feelings. There's something about this boy that makes her attracted to him. She doesn't know if it's physical or something else. Maybe he knows about the Hunger Games. It couldn't just be that he's cute. Johanna doesn't like cute.
No I fuckin' don't, it was mostly rhetorical. Christ.
[ His reaction time is good, though, and he just manages to dodge her incoming finger. ]
Come on, what the fuck? You can't possibly be as looney as you let them think you are.
[ There's something about her that he really thinks isn't. She's cute, even with her terribly primary school flirting. But she's also sharp; he's seen the way she looks at things, thinking about them. He's sharp, too, or he wouldn't notice. ]
No, I'm not looney. (Her voice drops to a whisper.) My plan of attack has always been 'make them think you're weak,' but I feel like I can tell you that. Because I also believe in alliances. You are probably smarter than you look. You wanna break out of here?
(She licks her incisor and waggles her eyebrows.) Cute accent, by the way. Are you from the Capitol?
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I'm not stupid, of course I know that. Do you think I'm stupid? You think I'm stupid!
(That's when she moves to put her finger in his ear.
Johanna doesn't know how to process feelings. There's something about this boy that makes her attracted to him. She doesn't know if it's physical or something else. Maybe he knows about the Hunger Games. It couldn't just be that he's cute. Johanna doesn't like cute.
(It's because he's cute).)
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[ His reaction time is good, though, and he just manages to dodge her incoming finger. ]
Come on, what the fuck? You can't possibly be as looney as you let them think you are.
[ There's something about her that he really thinks isn't. She's cute, even with her terribly primary school flirting. But she's also sharp; he's seen the way she looks at things, thinking about them. He's sharp, too, or he wouldn't notice. ]
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(She licks her incisor and waggles her eyebrows.) Cute accent, by the way. Are you from the Capitol?