"Trin, wait!"

Trinity was in the kitchen, her hands furiously scrubbing a pan. She finished with that, and set it to the side, the metal clanking against the counter. Her boney hands reached for a glass, and started stroking the sudsy sponge over the clear surface. Her face was blank, yet the gold ring around her pupil was pulsing light with each frustrated breath. Why was she mad? She was madder at herself than anything, mad that she had screwed up another perfectly good friendship. She heard Ayrin, but did not pay attention until there was a body on her, an arm wrapped around her. Her body stiffened, hands halting production, eyes narrowing slightly as they stared straight forward. Trinity was in defensive mode.

"Trin...you just wanted to let me know, right? Well...I'm not gonna say 'no'...If that's what you want?"

She felt Ayrin bury her face against her, her skin hot against Trinity’s cold. The defensive mode clicked over to attack, because Ayrin’s words hit Trinity completely the wrong way. It was like a switch in her brain. Now she was not angry with herself, the rage shifted targets. Trinity’s body shifted, and her arm slingshot the glass across the room. It hit the wall and shattered. Glass springing like a fountain from the impact site.

“Fuck you!” She growled as she shoved Ayrin off her. “’Not going to say no’, fuck that, you can’t just ‘settle’ on me. Either you like me or you don’t, don’t fucking think about it first!” Her voice had teeth, a mean bite on each curse and accusation. She sidestepped Ayrin, exiting their tiny kitchenette to go to her room.

Once there, she grabbed the closest pair of pants from the floor. It was a pair of baggy blue jeans, covered in holes. She threw on a tank top, and her boots, not even bothering with socks. Once dressed, she went for the front door.