[ Considering where they are and that they are still on the clock, Alisaie doesn't have the luxury of time to untangle why it bothers her so much when Sunday says what he does about mutual fondness. But perhaps she doesn't have to untangle or make sense of it all since she understands that it irritates her. ]
Stop saying it like that!
[ He hadn't, in fact put emphasis on anything he'd said, but it hardly matters. That's what it feels like with the amused lilt that she can pick out in his voice. Which then, in her mind, justifies the snappiness she retorts with. Of course, it is by no means right. But with her patience seemingly having worn thin, she doesn't seem to care whether she is truly right or wrong in this instance as she tosses the piping bag down. ]
Because you're being coy and evasive and it is irritating!
[ The pitch of her voice would have carried to other parts of the bakery had it not been for the fact that the machines were running. It is a small blessing then that her outburst is disguised behind noise and no one else is subject to what is essentially the equivalent of a teenager's outburst. ]
You're ridiculous. Don't speak to me for the rest of the shift.
[ Coy and evasive - those aren't the adjectives he would've chosen for what he's said. Or, well, they wouldn't be after he'd opted to get to the actual point. That much Sunday can recognize would be less than ideal. The same for being irritating, while he's being honest with himself.
It doesn't, however, explain that it feels like something is still missing here.
In the end, Alisaie doesn't say what pulled at the edges of his mind as that possibility. But - the response is still forceful enough to make the same point when nothing further follows but the instruction ("instruction") to stop speaking. Sunday looks at her for a long moment impassively and then, telling himself it's only his own stubborn streak surfacing and not anything else, looks back at the tray before them. The pattern he'd started and half-finished is dry now so it'll take some added effort to make that less obvious on the finished product.
A task he'll begin on with nothing else to do. And true to that request, he says nothing. Only the kitchen's constant background noise will fill in the silence as he gets back to work. ]
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argumentiste) wrote2025-06-29 03:27 pm
🎀🥺 wrap?
Stop saying it like that!
[ He hadn't, in fact put emphasis on anything he'd said, but it hardly matters. That's what it feels like with the amused lilt that she can pick out in his voice. Which then, in her mind, justifies the snappiness she retorts with. Of course, it is by no means right. But with her patience seemingly having worn thin, she doesn't seem to care whether she is truly right or wrong in this instance as she tosses the piping bag down. ]
Because you're being coy and evasive and it is irritating!
[ The pitch of her voice would have carried to other parts of the bakery had it not been for the fact that the machines were running. It is a small blessing then that her outburst is disguised behind noise and no one else is subject to what is essentially the equivalent of a teenager's outburst. ]
You're ridiculous. Don't speak to me for the rest of the shift.
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It doesn't, however, explain that it feels like something is still missing here.
In the end, Alisaie doesn't say what pulled at the edges of his mind as that possibility. But - the response is still forceful enough to make the same point when nothing further follows but the instruction ("instruction") to stop speaking. Sunday looks at her for a long moment impassively and then, telling himself it's only his own stubborn streak surfacing and not anything else, looks back at the tray before them. The pattern he'd started and half-finished is dry now so it'll take some added effort to make that less obvious on the finished product.
A task he'll begin on with nothing else to do. And true to that request, he says nothing. Only the kitchen's constant background noise will fill in the silence as he gets back to work. ]