[ Kristin puts both hands flat on the table, not quite a slam but close, and looms. (Maybe looms. It works at home, anyway - she's short, but he's sitting, and a take-no-shit presence does a lot to make up for her size. But it might work better in the far-flung future.) ]
[Trevor’s had to stare down an insane Dracula. He’s a tough person to intimidate but he also doesn’t look like he wants to fight. He slowly chews the rest of his food, watchful, as he considers Kristin in front of him]
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[ Kristin puts both hands flat on the table, not quite a slam but close, and looms. (Maybe looms. It works at home, anyway - she's short, but he's sitting, and a take-no-shit presence does a lot to make up for her size. But it might work better in the far-flung future.) ]
You know, your fucking warden.
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Didn’t know I had a warden.
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So you've had your thumb up your ass this whole time? I called you three times.
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Must've missed it. What d'you want?