The Upside Down (For Eluuna)

"Why? You don't like me that much."

 

“Well, you don’t.”

 

"No, you don't!"

 

"Fine is another word for 'I tolerate your existence."

 

"Incorrect, sir."

 

"I'm psychic, you dink."

 

"You don't know that."

 

"No. 'Cause if I'm not psychic, then neither are you."

 

She raised one eyebrow, crossing her arms slowly.

"I have to be honest," she said after a moment, "this is not how I foresaw this conversation going. Maybe my vision is off in Inferno."

 

She squint d at him, her white hair falling over her face.

“What?”