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She caught on to what he was doing pretty quickly. At least, she jumped to the assumption. The shove was annoying as fuck, but Fig didn't have the insults to really go for blood. A jerk.

Her jaw tightened with frustration but she didn't move. I told you I don't want to fight you, she replied, though her fur did raise a bit along her shoulders. What the fuck was he trying to even do?!

Like she wasn't allowed to be a jerk right now. And like asking him to step up, for once in his life, was such a horrible thing to do. Because fuck her and fuck her feelings, right? She was supposed to just walk away like nothing was wrong, just like he had, just like both of them had, and deal with this shit herself because apparently no one else wanted to even fucking try to understand.

Her anger wasn't fair to her brother and she knew it. It was too bad she couldn't sort out a way to tell him what she did want.

It wasn't worth it. The plateau's fine. She added, turning away from him. She didn't really care, so sure. Anything to get him to drop it.