[He opens his mouth. Once. Twice. Awkwardly opening and closing it again and again, trying to find something to say. Some way to respond. And failing. He's not thinking clearly. He knew that from the start of this. But that doesn't mean he necessarily cares that he isn't thinking clearly, either. So he just stares. And glares. Before stomping his foot stupidly on the icy back of his mech.]
I don't care! I don't care! She's gotta pay, and she's gotta pay n-
[And that'd be him managing to slip off the back of his mech, falling into the snow behind him.]
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Date: 2010-12-25 07:11 pm (UTC)I don't care! I don't care! She's gotta pay, and she's gotta pay n-
[And that'd be him managing to slip off the back of his mech, falling into the snow behind him.]