~Venus~
"Don't touch me!"
When was I never patient?
Now.
That says a lot for I've never been one to give in to violent tendencies. She dared to disregard my earlier snark remark and proceed to touch me. Against my will.
She laughs it off and asks, "What's wrong with my hands?"
"They're filthy. Filthy things and I don't get along." I lay my emotions down and return to taking cautious sips of my water as if I could choke on it with a slight mistake. I could do away with this choking when I already choked on the sight I walked into earlier. The thought gets me gripping the glass cup. She holds her ground, not appearing startled enough when she rests that filth of a hand on mine. I'm quick to react, capturing her wrist in a hand. I must have had an unpleasing expression for the fear draw
