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Midnight Maiden
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House poked her boob again.
With clear annoyance and embarrassment, Yvaine moved to grab his hand and move it away.
House poked her boob again.
With clear annoyance and embarrassment, Yvaine moved to grab his hand and move it away.
He poked the other one.
Yvaine gave up... And tried desperately to ignore him.
"Tell me." He poked her again.
She did shake her head slightly.. But she was obviously trying very hard to ignore him.
He poked her ass this time.
This.. Earned more of a reaction. But, she still tried desperately to ignore him.. Difficult as it was.
He pinched it.
This made Yvaine try to squirm away with embarrassment. "P-please, stop that."
"Then tell me." He kept his hands away for the moment. "As fun as harassing you is, I'd rather just know."
"And I'd rather you just forget it. It wasn't anything important." Whether that was true or not was unclear.
"I don't forget things. I know things."
"Well.. Change that. It's nothing."
"It's going to bother me if you don't tell me, you know."
She tilted her head, raising a brow inquisitively. "So?"
"You wouldn't want to inconvenience an old cripple, would you?"
This.. Made her hesitate, before looking down. "...I hate you."
Externally, House actually smiled. Internally, he cringed a little, though he wasn't surprised in the slightest. "Don't worry. A lot of people do. It's nothing personal, though. I don't like anyone."
She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't being serious, you dope," she sighed, shaking her head. Despite the smile he gave at the comment, she didn't intend to come off as though she were serious. "In any case.. At least you never kidnapped an injured woman, or try to cut out someone's heart."
That Yvaine was aware of, anyways.
"..Really, though. It doesn't matter."