[ when he falls off the bed, she quickly shuffles forward to look down at him over the edge. she's feeling kind of conflicted— it probably serves him right that he fell, but she's also a little concerned— so she doesn't even try to figure out whether she should help him up or not. not yet, at least. ]
Yeah, you'd better be able to explain! [ her voice is quieter than before, but she sounds mad instead of just surprised now. ] What the heck were you doing in my bed?
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Yeah, you'd better be able to explain! [ her voice is quieter than before, but she sounds mad instead of just surprised now. ] What the heck were you doing in my bed?