"Get back here, farm girl! I'm going to kick your ass when I get my hands on you... Ouch! You bit me, you little shit!"
"Oooow! Let go of my hair, Remi!"
"Let go of mine!"
"You first," Poppy screeched as she kicked Remi for the third time in the shin, making her suck air as she grabbed her leg.
"Ouch! Stop doing that. Stand still!"
"No! Leave me alone!" Poppy yelled as she ran around the room trying to keep Remi from catching her, throwing whatever she could get her hands on, along the way.
Holding up her hands, Remi tried to calm her. Panting and out of breath, she couldn't keep up this nonsense. She wanted to shoot her but knew darn well she left her gun in her bedroom. The best thing to do not was just get her to calm down.
"Listen, you can't tell Roman. He'll freak. He doesn't understand love."
"You said you don't do love."
