[ The look that comes from Claudia's glassy amber eyes is cool, a little more held-together than her explosion of pique might suggest, but the scrunched up pout at her lips is just as childish as she looks, as childish as she feels. She'd like to break something, if she could. ]
It just got in the way. [ That's the truth of it, really – she would've hit anything in front of her. It wasn't the soup's fault that she can't eat it. ] Don't you feel angry too?
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It just got in the way. [ That's the truth of it, really – she would've hit anything in front of her. It wasn't the soup's fault that she can't eat it. ] Don't you feel angry too?