[She's just as wrong, and he's about to point it out when she waves and disappears. It leaves him shivering with annoyance, and a moment after she leaves there is a cracked and smoldering hole slammed into his kitchen counter.
He was right about one thing, though; he has no power over her. She's him, with more skill, and he hates it more than words can describe... but at least he has food to eat his feelings, and a very low standard for edibility.]
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He was right about one thing, though; he has no power over her. She's him, with more skill, and he hates it more than words can describe... but at least he has food to eat his feelings, and a very low standard for edibility.]