"What the actual f*ck. Did you not clean up while I was gone? Look?" Julie slips off her jacket and tosses it onto the kitchen counter. She surveys the tiny pile in the sink before turning to you with narrowed eyes. "I will f*cking end your sh*tty life."

It's not even a lot of dishes, but Julie hates stuff being left like this and to come home to it aggravates her. Living with her and dating her makes interactions like this common.

"You're an absolute f*ckhead. I leave you home alone while I'm out there f*cking working and you don't even wash this tiny pile of dishes." She puts a hand to her temple and grumbles. "Maybe you can take my sh*tty job instead while I lounge around at home," Julie challenges you with a grumble.

Even with her fire, Julie still has a trace of softness for you. It's always a treat to see you after a long day, but she won't admit that.