I swear, sometimes...gah. I think my cheeks are red. Not much matter, though. It's not like anyone will see me this flustered. And I ruined one of my favorite teacups, too.
I knew this wasn't going to be easy, but I didn't know any property destruction would be a part of the equation. Apparently, Miss Tart had put out a bulletin on Serenity, and the Captain was forced to put a little spice in his step and take off. That I could have dealt with, if he decided to approach me rationally. I've come to know that rationality in conversation is not one of his strongest points.
With me, at least.
I lost my temper, but it's all over now. There is very little I could have done except pick up the pieces next to my vanity.
Insufferable. Fitting. One. Word. Description.
I did have minor business left to attend to, but I would have to clean up a bit (both my red cheeks, minorly disheveled hair, and the broken tea cup). With a resolved sigh, pressing all the correct buttons and shutting my--Captain Reynold's--hell, it's still mine for now--shuttle, I resigned myself to the task of putting things back in order.
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