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bandagedbandit[The record for 'shortest amount of time to have flown into a rage and smashed something whilst in Lance's presence' is already as broken as the unassuming lamp that once stood in said Rocket Executive's kitchen. But Clarissa isn't done yet. ...As much as she wants to be.
The fact she's now stomping back to Lance's apartment so shortly after whirling out of it in a hurricane of profanity and violence isn't to her own choosing. As much as her pride is tugging at her to turn back around and go straight home, home is inaccessible without her keys.
...Which are in her bag. The same bag she had whacked Lance in the face with the moment he'd opened the door.
Yeah.
Her anger at him only barely still flaring enough to outweigh the sheer humiliation of having to face him again, Clarissa reaches his door and proceeds trying to kick it down (because just knocking right know would be too much like admitting defeat...or something).]
Let me in!
The fact she's now stomping back to Lance's apartment so shortly after whirling out of it in a hurricane of profanity and violence isn't to her own choosing. As much as her pride is tugging at her to turn back around and go straight home, home is inaccessible without her keys.
...Which are in her bag. The same bag she had whacked Lance in the face with the moment he'd opened the door.
Yeah.
Her anger at him only barely still flaring enough to outweigh the sheer humiliation of having to face him again, Clarissa reaches his door and proceeds trying to kick it down (because just knocking right know would be too much like admitting defeat...or something).]
Let me in!