Grew up all by his lonesome on an island? Now Mona somewhat understood his plight. Being alone, how could he have known the social norms and do's and don's of everyday life? Although for growing up on an island by himself he certainly did well for himself. Minus the girl thing of course.
Yet, Mona couldn't fathom how one could condition themselves to a life of loneliness. That seemed so absurd in her world of thinking. No one to talk with on a daily basis, no one either to hang out with. Growing up alone seemed rather...boring. Given her own circumstance with her folks in the end, it did make sense. When your mother was always off traveling the world thanks to her modeling career and your father a reclusive artists, Mona knew how loneliness could wane on a person's psyche.
"Obviously. It shows" she put forth rather bluntly. Maybe that was too blunt and cold of tone to use? One hand, she felt genuinely sympathetic to his life on the island. On the other, Mona simply couldn't use that sympathy to back down on her irritation and argument. Although, that irritation at the same time seemed childish and silly. He'd merely held her hand, it wasn't as if he'd gone and taken it a step further. And since when had anyone been penalized for brushing against, touching, or grappling a hand?
Inner conflicts. How Mona hated when her gut instincts got the better of her.
Of which, Mona's thoughts allowed her to become careless and miss blocking the attack to her midsection, causing her to clutch her stomach from the blow. Good god, time to start paying attention girl!
"Listen. I know life can get rough when you've got to trek it by yourself. And maybe, perhaps you and I got off to a bad start that day." Mona straightened herself back into order, retaliating back for the blow by spinning her leek out from one hand, into the other and a jab downward at Knuckles legs.
"But lemme put this to you straight. You so much as ever try a stupid stunt like that on me again, I swear. I'm not such a nice girl when you've crossed me."
Re: SPARRING!
Yet, Mona couldn't fathom how one could condition themselves to a life of loneliness. That seemed so absurd in her world of thinking. No one to talk with on a daily basis, no one either to hang out with. Growing up alone seemed rather...boring. Given her own circumstance with her folks in the end, it did make sense. When your mother was always off traveling the world thanks to her modeling career and your father a reclusive artists, Mona knew how loneliness could wane on a person's psyche.
"Obviously. It shows" she put forth rather bluntly. Maybe that was too blunt and cold of tone to use? One hand, she felt genuinely sympathetic to his life on the island. On the other, Mona simply couldn't use that sympathy to back down on her irritation and argument. Although, that irritation at the same time seemed childish and silly. He'd merely held her hand, it wasn't as if he'd gone and taken it a step further. And since when had anyone been penalized for brushing against, touching, or grappling a hand?
Inner conflicts. How Mona hated when her gut instincts got the better of her.
Of which, Mona's thoughts allowed her to become careless and miss blocking the attack to her midsection, causing her to clutch her stomach from the blow. Good god, time to start paying attention girl!
"Listen. I know life can get rough when you've got to trek it by yourself. And maybe, perhaps you and I got off to a bad start that day." Mona straightened herself back into order, retaliating back for the blow by spinning her leek out from one hand, into the other and a jab downward at Knuckles legs.
"But lemme put this to you straight. You so much as ever try a stupid stunt like that on me again, I swear. I'm not such a nice girl when you've crossed me."