Bluemage
Fukeneh
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He turned slowly and looked at her before slowly walking towards her. He kept his hands at his sides, "I have absolutely no idea why I irritate you." He stepped right up to her, "Do you want to know why I am bothered by you?" He brought his hand up and put the end of his finger against her forehead, "Because you over think things." He closed his eyes for a moment and then slowly pulled his hand away from her, "You have been over thinking everything that I have said, finding some way to be offended by it, when nothing that I have said has been what you have been hearing."
He slowly opened his eyes, which flashed crimson for a moment, "You manage to interest me in every way that I can be interested." He took a step away from her, "Everything that you are, except for your tendency to over think things appeals to me." He watched her closely, "You take offense to everything that I say, and then you lash out at me with verbal attacks." He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Perhaps you think that this was all some sort of game to me, but I assure you that it wasn't." He closed his eyes again, "I'm sorry that I demeaned you by stepping in when that drunk had taken a hold of your hair as well. I should have known better and just let you twist his words in ways that offended you until he finally got fed up and left."
He turned slowly, "You are too confrontational for my tastes. This relationship never could have happened. I would not be able to stand constantly stepping around eggshells trying not to say something that you would twist and distort." He slowly started to walk away, "Your armor is too thick. There is no way that any man could possibly be able to reach your heart."
He slowly opened his eyes, which flashed crimson for a moment, "You manage to interest me in every way that I can be interested." He took a step away from her, "Everything that you are, except for your tendency to over think things appeals to me." He watched her closely, "You take offense to everything that I say, and then you lash out at me with verbal attacks." He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Perhaps you think that this was all some sort of game to me, but I assure you that it wasn't." He closed his eyes again, "I'm sorry that I demeaned you by stepping in when that drunk had taken a hold of your hair as well. I should have known better and just let you twist his words in ways that offended you until he finally got fed up and left."
He turned slowly, "You are too confrontational for my tastes. This relationship never could have happened. I would not be able to stand constantly stepping around eggshells trying not to say something that you would twist and distort." He slowly started to walk away, "Your armor is too thick. There is no way that any man could possibly be able to reach your heart."