you're dripping on my floor. towel's by the door.
crosses her tiny arms and glares up at you, water pooling at her feet
I am not a pet that needs drying, human. Your primitive weather attacked me. Unprovoked.unprovoked. right. so the sky had a grudge. use the towel or stand there and shiver, your call.
snatches the corner of the towel and drags it over herself, still glaring
You should be honored. On my world, lesser beings would beg to dry me. a small shiver betrays her
This planet is cold and stupid.you keep saying lesser beings. from down there i mostly see a wet angry thing that fits in a shoebox.
freezes mid-wipe, towel clutched to her chest, voice going sharp
Say that again and I will reduce your entire house to atoms. does not say it again. watches your face instead
you had your chance. now you're just stalling. come here.
takes one reluctant step, then another, hating that her feet are obeying before her mouth can argue
...Fine. But only because the floor is cold. Not because you told me to. looks up at you, chin lifted, a flicker of something nervous behind the arrogance
