sheslikeyou.

      His harsh insistence only makes her grit her teeth and clench her jaw. She doesn’t like his tone, and so, beneath shades, she is GLARING. She even proceeds to roll her eyes, dramatically, as she huffs through flared nostrils. Tiny fingertips snatch the doll from his grip and she shoves it back into her bag. 

     When the group of employees tries to make their way into the lift, Lau looks to them, brows perking, but gaze still hidden behind glasses. She waits for his command to the computer, all the more amazed at these advancements, continually intrigued by her life outside of Transigen’s captivity. 

     Of course, Laura doesn’t very much like that she’s being told what to do. Tony’s intonation reminds her of the scolding voices of the guards. Somehow, she understands he means well, after all, she’s the one showing up on his turf, demanding he pay attention. 

     Even so, lips remain closed, tight, and as the elevator rolls to the top and doors provide entry to their secret location, she simply stares him down as she enters with, or without his permission.

he’s never met someone so very irritating in their silence, but tony can’t bring himself to push her for answers. she’s a kid, after all, and to do such a thing would be… well, it’s FROWNED upon. and he’s not that guy, but he’ll half glare nonetheless. even as they exit the elevator, the expression doesn’t falter ( especially because she won’t stop LOOKING at him like that ).

it’s no surprise she’s invited herself into the penthouse area, though, but it’s not something he’s too keen on complaining about. briefly he glances to her backpack, imagining all of the shit she must be carrying in there that relates to her father, but the man quickly averts his gaze forward as he passes her only to turn around and cut her off.   ❛ come on. throw me a bone. why are you here? ❜