[Ugh. He reaches into his fancy suit jacket (courtesy of the punch, natch) pocket and pulls out a switchblade, rolling his eyes again.
. . . A gesture like that might ordinarily be a huge overreaction to some girl at a party being mildly rude, but he doesn't mean it that way, honest! He's not pulling a knife on her or anything! He's just illustrating what he meant! Couldn't you just slice that thing off with a blade? It's just flowers, right?
He realizes he hasn't tried to get his off yet . . . maybe there's more to this that a knife won't help. Eh, it's still worth a try. Or at least explaining himself, here.]
Like this? Damn, you're the snobbiest chick I've ever met in my life!
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. . . A gesture like that might ordinarily be a huge overreaction to some girl at a party being mildly rude, but he doesn't mean it that way, honest! He's not pulling a knife on her or anything! He's just illustrating what he meant! Couldn't you just slice that thing off with a blade? It's just flowers, right?
He realizes he hasn't tried to get his off yet . . . maybe there's more to this that a knife won't help. Eh, it's still worth a try. Or at least explaining himself, here.]
Like this? Damn, you're the snobbiest chick I've ever met in my life!