Quoted By: >>67453160 >>67453269 >>67453636
>>67451384
"Oh, hey Mia."
>The blonde parasaur hadn't noticed the presence until her wheelchair had been stopped by a ratty looking sneaker.
>She looked up slowly to gaze at the girl who had stopped her. Up, and up, and up, until she was staring directly into the piercing gaze of Olivia. Her eyes were lidded, a lazy smile etched on her flat snout. Neither spoke for a good, long while. She's been acting weird lately.
"...What."
"C'mon, Mia. Don't be a bitch, I just want to say hi before you *ran* off. Heard it was your birthday when I was walkin' by Ben."
>Bullshit.
"So? I didn't really think you cared about that sort of thing, Olivia."
>Another smile as the gator leans down. Mia can feel her heart beat faster. This asshole is up to something, and she knows it. She's never this nice.
>Calm down, Mia. Remember your exercises. Count to ten. Nothing good comes from picking a fight with bullies. You know that.
"Didn't I say you could call me 'Livy earlier? I figured you could use a little cheer-up today. Y'know, a 'Happy Birthday' message. I of all people should know how lonely you get."
>Mia's brow furrows - just an instant before she can calm herself. Olivia's smile's getting wider. That smug bitch saw it. God she fucking hates her. She hate that stupid fucking asshole.
>On her part, Olivia looks to the treeline, sighing. Putting on a melancholic air as she leans against the railing of the wheelchair access ramp.
"Yeah, I really do feel sorry for you, Mia. Loootta stuff stacked against you-"
"-Oh for Raptor Jesus' sake, it's half past three! Let me go home!"
>Mia bites her tongue. Why the FUCK did I say that!?
>Olivia whips over to the parasaur. Mia can see real anger in that glare. The 'How dare you' anger. The 'Who do you think you are' anger. The 'Impudent little paraplegiosaur bitch' anger. It always comes when she opens her big fat mouth.
>WHIP-CRACK! Mia winces as the baryonix slams her tail into the pavement.
>She might've even cracked it this time.
cont
"Oh, hey Mia."
>The blonde parasaur hadn't noticed the presence until her wheelchair had been stopped by a ratty looking sneaker.
>She looked up slowly to gaze at the girl who had stopped her. Up, and up, and up, until she was staring directly into the piercing gaze of Olivia. Her eyes were lidded, a lazy smile etched on her flat snout. Neither spoke for a good, long while. She's been acting weird lately.
"...What."
"C'mon, Mia. Don't be a bitch, I just want to say hi before you *ran* off. Heard it was your birthday when I was walkin' by Ben."
>Bullshit.
"So? I didn't really think you cared about that sort of thing, Olivia."
>Another smile as the gator leans down. Mia can feel her heart beat faster. This asshole is up to something, and she knows it. She's never this nice.
>Calm down, Mia. Remember your exercises. Count to ten. Nothing good comes from picking a fight with bullies. You know that.
"Didn't I say you could call me 'Livy earlier? I figured you could use a little cheer-up today. Y'know, a 'Happy Birthday' message. I of all people should know how lonely you get."
>Mia's brow furrows - just an instant before she can calm herself. Olivia's smile's getting wider. That smug bitch saw it. God she fucking hates her. She hate that stupid fucking asshole.
>On her part, Olivia looks to the treeline, sighing. Putting on a melancholic air as she leans against the railing of the wheelchair access ramp.
"Yeah, I really do feel sorry for you, Mia. Loootta stuff stacked against you-"
"-Oh for Raptor Jesus' sake, it's half past three! Let me go home!"
>Mia bites her tongue. Why the FUCK did I say that!?
>Olivia whips over to the parasaur. Mia can see real anger in that glare. The 'How dare you' anger. The 'Who do you think you are' anger. The 'Impudent little paraplegiosaur bitch' anger. It always comes when she opens her big fat mouth.
>WHIP-CRACK! Mia winces as the baryonix slams her tail into the pavement.
>She might've even cracked it this time.
cont