Jeannie’s eyes widened as the leprechaun came at her, arms stretched wide. The look on his face was not one of violence, but there was a certain wicked gleam that warned her that she would not like this. Which was when it clicked into place, what he intended to do. Jeannie shook her head at him. Oh he would not. He would not!
And yet he did.
He hugged her. Covered in tomato sauce and oregano as he was, he hugged her, and got her all kinds of slimy. It was revolting. Not the cold tomato sauce soaking through her top. No, the thing that disgusted her most was this giant freak of a leprechaun hugging her! He was touching her, had his arms around her, and she hated it.
With a squeal of revulsion, she shoved at his chest with more than just the strength held in her small frame. Jeannie included a nod and blink as she pushed, adding a fair amount of power in the movement as well. It was overkill, but she could not get him away from her fast enough.
“I do not know why I even bothered trying to talk to you at all!” She snarled. He was hopeless and it was pointless in trying to help him. He would never learn. “I hate you,” she announced, and then with a final blink and nod, Jeannie disappeared in a shower of parmesan, leaving him a reminder of her displeasure.