"Well I'm not doing this shit either, so stop being a pussy and cough up some confession about stealing another kid's lunchmoney or popping boners over your grandma." Dee steals the good couch for herself, shooting an expectant and impatient look towards Lester. All the stress has brought out the most crass elements of her otherwise lady-like constitution. "I can't be the worst shrink you've ever been to."
This is absolutely Hell. Sweet Dee has no intention of divulging vulnerable information to anyone, much less her less-than-handsome companion who may or may not have choked her in the past. She doesn't particularly intend to be a good listener, either, because that sounds like a lot of work and she has a tendency to tune out when people start talking about their feelings. She sees that void of empathy as a particularly effective strategy to getting ahead in this world.
She crosses one leg over the other.
"If you need a prompt, you can start with why your face looks like a griddle. Oooh!" She snickers and slaps her hand in her own self-sustaining high five.
Reach Up High: Prompt II
This is absolutely Hell. Sweet Dee has no intention of divulging vulnerable information to anyone, much less her less-than-handsome companion who may or may not have choked her in the past. She doesn't particularly intend to be a good listener, either, because that sounds like a lot of work and she has a tendency to tune out when people start talking about their feelings. She sees that void of empathy as a particularly effective strategy to getting ahead in this world.
She crosses one leg over the other.
"If you need a prompt, you can start with why your face looks like a griddle. Oooh!" She snickers and slaps her hand in her own self-sustaining high five.