"Very easily, it seems, kiddo." Warren said easily. He was sprawled out on the couch with his arms behind his back and his eyes closed, and he showed no remorse to having used one of her brush washing containers to mix hair dye, and now it was stained magenta for the foreseeable future. Apparently the fact that there was a coil of wire in the bottom of it made it special somehow.
Tamura was fuming. She could feel the steam blowing out of her ears. “I—I made this. I got wire from Shiny, and I crafted this. You— You just— You just do whatever you want,” Her hands waved around fanatically, one clutching the container and the other angrily grabbing at air, “walking around taking my stuff, a-and my food and using my earbuds—Which—! Is extremely unsanitary— And then you aren’t even sorry!!!”
He remained where he was, but at the confrontational tone he went tense and he blinked slowly up at her, running a hand through incriminatory magenta hair.
"Calm down, little lamb, what’s crawled up your sweatervest?" he rolled his eyes and flapped a hand noncomittally. "And I don’t do whatever I want, that’s ridiculous. There are loads of things I wanna do that I… that I don’t.”
She had started pacing back and forth when he started talking, only stopping to slam the ruined container on her small desk, with, admittedly more force than intended. “Oh, really?! Like, what? Getting drunk and singing as loud as you can? Howling at the moon? /Literally/ howling at the moon? When do you /ever/ show restraint?” She stopped, feeling she’d gone a little overboard, and stood there for a few moments her arms crossed over her chest defensively. “… And it’s not a sweater vest… It’s a regular vest…”
space…the final frontier
these are the voyages of the starship Enterprise
her continuing mission:
to explore strange new worlds
to seek out new life and new civilizations
to boldly go where no one has gone before
SOMEONE MAKE ME GROOT CUPCAKES
THAT ACTUAL PHYSICAL ACHE YOU FEEL WHEN YOU LOVE A CHARACTER SO MUCH YOU SCREAM ABOUT THEM IN CAPSLOCK 800% OF THE TIME
//I track the tag yeomantamura. No spaces or dashes!
Relationship Status: Fake married to Crusoe