Date: 2015-03-13 08:27 am (UTC)
Keeping one hand firmly attached to the treadmills left rail, Eve used the other to adjust the collar of her school issued military grey polo. Coming just short of picking the red K sewn into the fabric separating the arm from shoulder section, she pinched the uncomfortably annoying square hidden behind the letter with thumb and forefinger - before squeezing -- hard. Couldn't have anyone listening after all, could they.

"I can still bite him if you want" Eve chuckled, and meant it. She wasn't a baby anymore, or a little kid that needed everyone's help. She could put her own monitoring devices on her own self and on her own time. Even Aya had said so, and Aya was, by Eve's standards, the 'know-er' of all these things.

"But if you really want to teach him a better lesson... be my guest."

It was no secret that Eve didn't like fake nice people. Klamp, some of the doctors who treated Momma... their fitness trainer. Or that she used her older sisters judgement to separate friend from non-friend. It was a bit of a surprise however (to those who only saw a blue eyed, button nosed pre-teen at least) that when cornered, Eve could... and had... bitten a teacher. She'd also almost broken another's nose. Almost.

"He needs to stop being mean. 'Cause maybe one day he might be so mean that someone puts something in his bottle of water... right Aya?"
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