[ Peridot's scrunches her face up, ticking her ears back. She's annoyed that he's on the verge of crying, and, she's also annoyed? That she's annoyed with him? Telling him that everything is going to be okay, that she's not actually going to use her acid spit on any witches, feels A) false, and B) unfair, because it requires walking back some of her anger that she thinks she is absolutely justified in expressing.
She leans back a bit from the camera (hey look! she's in her room!), scowling somewhere off-screen as she tries to think of... something that she can say to him that's a fair compromise, but. It only results in a stretch of awkward silence. ]
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She leans back a bit from the camera (hey look! she's in her room!), scowling somewhere off-screen as she tries to think of... something that she can say to him that's a fair compromise, but. It only results in a stretch of awkward silence. ]
Ugh. I'm... Going back to work.
[ And she hangs up. ]