defusible:

_{he merely mimics her, the click of his tongue as obnoxious as the tone in his voice. for starters, where did she even pop out of to surprise him so rashly, and secondly what was the origination of this sudden behaviour? he did nothing to receive such exclamation; he was innocent, always the victim in scenarios. “what?!” an elbow continued to rest on the top of her head, the strength of his arm allowing the bone to fray her hair into disarray, a distinct smirk coiling on his lips to match his malicious laughter. “hey little shit.”}

_{The alerting remark was done in the first place to indicate her shock over his sudden appearance. It wasn’t to say she harbored bad feelings towards the male, she simply hadn’t expected him to come around again which just goes to show how many people has permanently left Jennie’s life. She doesn’t fuss about her hair being disheveled, not because she hadn’t fixed it long enough to bother, but because in a way she was grateful. Such feelings weren’t fleeting but the attitude changes because she didn’t want him thinking she was happy to be teased, rather she was to see him. Naturally, she reciprocates by shimmying out of the spot and letting his arm fall. “Whaaaat?!” She says again with more emotion. Of annoyance, that is. “Why are you talking to yourself?” She grimaces. “Also, you’re not little! You’re a big… shit.”}