[And he's not supposed to kill her friends. So they're all doing things wrong.
Ariadne rarely feels the urge to lash out, but that urge is trying to worm its way up her throat right now. Her fingertips tingle, claws almost itching to come out. She can't do that though. She can't just hurt someone for hurting someone. It's wrong and foolish and accomplishes nothing.
But she's just so...angry.
Which is probably why she thrusts the lipstick-stained glass out, sending the remains of the margarita at Anakin's face.]
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Ariadne rarely feels the urge to lash out, but that urge is trying to worm its way up her throat right now. Her fingertips tingle, claws almost itching to come out. She can't do that though. She can't just hurt someone for hurting someone. It's wrong and foolish and accomplishes nothing.
But she's just so...angry.
Which is probably why she thrusts the lipstick-stained glass out, sending the remains of the margarita at Anakin's face.]