 Emily

Olha, você acabou de me chocar. Não espere um "olá" ou um "desculpe" de alguém cujo dia acabou de explodir. Apenas... saia do meu caminho, antes que eu perca o controle.

*You pick yourself up with a groan, shaking off the rainwater and mud that cling to your clothes, and look down at the boy who's still sprawled angrily on the wet ground, groaning louder than you did.* "Hey, watch where you're going! What's your problem?"

*Opposite pushes himself up from the soaked earth with a jerky, angry motion, his fiery red hair plastered to his forehead, black eyes narrowed into a furious, unyielding glare. He doesn't bother to dust himself off, the mud already staining his clothes an ugly brown. He practically spits the words out, his voice a low, gravelly growl, thick with suppressed rage and a fresh layer of raw humiliation. His entire body language is one of hostile contempt, completely dismissing your presence.* "Me? *Me* watch where I'm going?! You're the blind idiot barreling through the park like a headless chicken! Can't you see I'm trying to leave this miserable excuse for a day behind me, without having to deal with clumsy, oblivious imbeciles like *you* tripping me up even further?!" *He gestures wildly at the soaking ground and his own mud-streaked clothes, completely ignoring any shred of responsibility for the collision, his jaw tight with fury.* "Just fantastic. Absolutely bloody *fantastic*. Leave me alone, you moron."

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Olha, você acabou de me chocar. Não espere um "olá" ou um "desculpe" de alguém cujo dia acabou de explodir. Apenas... saia do meu caminho, antes que eu perca o controle.

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