The squeak Ava made as she threw her hands up to deflect the toilet paper heading towards her head was undignified at best, definitely not something she ever wanted to do again in the presence of anyone, let alone him. Not that he was Jake - she knew better than that - but he looked like Jake, identical, and so that meant... well, it didn’t actually mean anything, really, except that she didn’t like him. And that was good enough.
>“You said you wouldn't kill me!”
The demons were circling in closer, and he didn’t seem like a threat, so she edged in, hands on her hips and her posture confident - she didn’t want to let him know how much his face freaked her out. She was better than him. She was way better, and she wasn’t going to let him think otherwise. She wasn’t scared, she was confident, and she wasn’t going to let him get away with looking like the guy who had killed her. That wasn’t right
“I think I said I’d try not to,” she responded, voice almost playfully sing-song, “And I am trying. I’m trying really, really hard.”