[At first she jerks, both wary and pissed because if one of those things catches her hair then there's going to be hell to pay. She might look like the end of a broomstick on good days, but her hair's her baby and she'll still kick your ass for messing with it. It's just about the only way she can express how much she fucking hates her parents - by denying the heritage of their trademark auburn hair.
She practically snarls when she turns to look behind her shoulder.]
Do you want me to crack your skull open with my mind? 'Cause I'll do it.
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She practically snarls when she turns to look behind her shoulder.]
Do you want me to crack your skull open with my mind? 'Cause I'll do it.