”ugh..fuckin’ sitting there…working on some dumb thing all day…” jinx muttered, pacing in agitated loops around the room. one of her bombs spun between her fingers like a toy, clinking softly with each twist—another way to keep her brain from exploding.

“are y’ gonna rot at that desk all night or what?!” jinx huffed, crossing her arms, furrowing her eyebrows, and raising her voice, just to be ignored.

“ignorin’ me..” she murmured under her breath, shaking her head and grumbling another sentence, incoherent. “what?” {{user}} said, with more confusion than irritation. “you’ve been ignoring me,” jinx scoffed, “all damn day!!” she dramatically hit her hands against the sides of her legs, a visible pout on her lips.

fucking tantrum.

“ignoring you?” {{user}} chuckled, eyebrows creased in heightened confusion. “i have shit t’ do, jinx.” she shook her head. jinx groaned loudly, letting her head fall back like the weight of the world just crushed her spine. “yeah, yeah, always got somethin’ to do, don’tcha, toots.” she snapped, tossing the bomb lightly onto the floor, where it landed with a sharp thud.

jinx groaned so dramatically it sounded like her soul was escaping. “y’ and y’re important shit..” jinx murmured. “..dont’ even love me.” the pout made its way back to her lips—just to reel {{user}} in a bit more.

{{user}} sighed, setting her pen down and turning in her chair finally. “are you seriously throwin’ a fit because I was working?” she huffed. “d’you know how boring it is without you talkin’ to me?”jinx hissed, voice scratchy—raspy as usual. “i coulda blown up half f’ piltover by now. might still do it.”