<span style="color: deepskyblue"> “I wouldn’t have even been there if it hadn’t been for you!”</span>Vivio spat back accusingly, fists clenched at her side.  She wouldn’t shove him.  She wouldn’t hit him.  And she<span style="font-style: italic">definitely</span>wouldn’t snap her fingers, as tempting as it sounded.<span style="color: deepskyblue"> “Whose fault is it anyways?!  Someone sounds injured in the middle of a commotion that is most likely a fight?  Let’s run <span style="font-style: italic">TOWARDS</span> it!  That was a great idea, genius!”</span>She practically screamed, barely remembering to make sure ‘Tom’ didn’t hear her.<span style="color: deepskyblue"> “And then you get there and do nothing!  <span style="font-weight: bold">I’m</span> the one with a knife sticking out of my shoulder.  <span style="font-weight: bold">I’M THE ONE WHO—</span>"</span>She cut herself off abruptly, a combination of fear, disgust, and anguish passing over her face for a second before her entire face shut down into a blank expression.<br/><br/>She stared at Isaac, completely still.  It was hard to tell if she was staring<span style="font-style: italic">at</span>him or through him.  After a moment, she seemed to rouse.  His pale face and pleading eyes didn’t seem to phase her at all.  With apparent nonchalance, she pulled out her phone and started fiddling with it.<span style="color: deepskyblue">“You should be happy I’m not asking for more.”</span>She commented offhandedly even as her thumbs flew across the smart phone’s keyboard.<span style="color: deepskyblue">“You’re the one who spilled my secret first.  In fact, you’re the entire reason we outed ourselves to not just us, but the gangs as well, with your running off towards the fight.  We probably could have gotten out of the forest safely if you hadn’t headed in their direction.”</span>She pressed firmly down on the screen for a moment and her phone<span style="font-style: italic">beep</span>-ed, signaling the message had been sent successfully.<span style="color: deepskyblue">“And then, I’m the one that gets injured.  I’m the one that had to save your sorry ass from Slivver and that other ABB punk.  The fact I’m in your house half out of it snapping my fingers?”</span>She finally looked up and leveled a scornful look on him.<span style="color: deepskyblue">“Again, isn’t that a result of you being stupid and running towards the gang fight?  What were you planning on doing anyways?  Summon another dead coyote to carry him home for you?”</span>A snort of disgust.<span style="color: deepskyblue">"Real useful skill you've got there."</span><br/><br/>Vivio pocketed her phone and turned to walk back into the living room.<span style="color: deepskyblue">“You’re getting my camera back for me or you’re replacing it.  I don’t really care, but there’s no way I’m getting stuck dealing with more shit because of your screw up.”</span>With those parting words, she walked back into the living room with a fake smile on her face for Tom’s sake.<br/><br/><span style="color: deepskyblue">“Sorry about that!”</span>She laughed in apparent embarrassment, taking a seat on the armchair once more.  No reason to let free breakfast go to waste.