trashcanarcana:

     oh. oh, oh, o h. wow, that’s—-alright,
it wasn’t exactly what he was expecting.
and holy shit is she fired up. there’s a gleam
of appreciation hiding somewhere in his soul,
but he holds his hands out in surrender. while
that touches his heart, he doesn’t wanna get
her upset over this.

“hey—-hey, calm down, becks. don’t—-don’t worry about them, okay?
             a little bit of shit talking doesn’t hurt my feelings.”

                                                                             —-much. 

“It might not hurt your feelings but they’re still asshats for talkin’ like that!”

Rebecca let out a fiery huff, her eyes blazing sapphires as she wrapped her arms around Yosuke’s torso, clinging somewhat like a koala.

“I wanna give ‘em a good punch in the teeth. You’re a huge sweetie pie and they can just fous le camps. Maybe even mange de la merde too.”

Then she started muttering various things in French, huffing once in a while.