Phoenix Maplewood I'm a kitchen sink

She came up behind him swiftly, snapping at his rear end as if she was goading a fawn away from its mother. Esaro! she jovially half-shouted, hoping her sudden appearance and voracity would spurr some movement out of him. He had only been sitting a second ago, relaxing, and had it been anyone else Tavi would've left them to their own business. This kid didn't deserve to sit still for any reason - it mattered little to her that Esaro was injured and trying to recover. She wanted a reaction.

Don't just sit there kid. Get up, up! She gave him another few snaps, not really trying to hurt him, but rather to prod him along and keep his heart racing, which Tavi presumed would happen upon her initial eruption on to the scene. What're you doing just sitting around, don't you want to be helpful? You have a lot of shit to make up for. Her tone was light, but there was a menacing quality to it as well -- not that she'd wanted to sound antagonistic to that degree, but Tavi couldn't hide her dislike for the boy.