brooke (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ambitchious) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} commandhq, |
She really didn't see the point in a car with super powers -she sure as shit would not drive anything full of super powered nutjobs like this place was. A powder keg was putting it really lightly for how insane this place was getting.
"They are, you just suck." And then asking about launching shells backwards? "Who are you? Yes you can fire them backwards, you just hold back when you launch one. Why do I know this and you don't?" She knew that Henry was more activities outside than video games, but she thought every boy played video games sometime.
People gave her shit, yes. Sometimes she'd wondered if one of her super powers was suggestive in nature, like she could make someone give her a thing if she just told them to. But she'd been getting her way before her powers developed. "Maybe, like if it was just about having shit that I didn't even want, but it's not like I'm telling people to give me their shoes or whatever." She wasn't exactly a spoiled little brat, because yeah, her mom had told her no before, and her father did have a tendency to buy her shit to make up for not being present as much, but it wasn't like she made him buy her cars she shouldn't be driving or a pony or whatever. "Sometimes I even do it so other people get stuff too." Like the epic shit fit she was going to drop really soon so that Mira could get to teach her how to cook, since the woman lost her damn brother this week and she'd been kick outta the kitchen.
She didn't comment on his moving her hands, because urgh boys and their 'lemme show you' bullshit, but she wasn't exactly in the diva mood to slap him away -and because it was Henry, not just some rando grossly over masculine douchecanoe. "What've I told you about calling me that."