jia-z:

Her fingers were now massaging at the temples of her head; from first look you’d think she was simply just lost in thought but it was also quite evident that Jia was nothing short of frustrated. She hissed through gritted teeth and allowed each eyes to flit closed as the younger continued to express his anger with her. “Yah…” She finally found a place to interupt his ongoing rant.“You’ve only heard his point of view. You never asked mine." 

"But, but, but–” He narrowed his eyes skeptically, assuming the ‘bothered mother’s pose’ that merely consisted of placing his hands on his hips and maybe narrowing his eyes considerably more than they had been moments before. “Someone took him, right? He’s a red loofah, those things just don’t go missing. It was one of you, wasn’t it?”

He begins to pace, mimicking the contemplative tone of a detective he’d seen on tv once, “He was bright red. Tantalizingly so, almost. No one can resist that kind of temptation, and you couldn’t keep your hands off of him, could you? He was special to me, and we went through a lot together. Honestly, I don’t know what to think–”