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All she wanted to do, was watch a movie. That was all that she had asked for. A night together, in a dimly lit room, watching an old film that she had absolutely adored as a child. That was all she had wanted to happen. What did she get though? Not a night of silently enjoying an age old classic that had brought various generations a sense of wonder and joy. No. What she had been given, was a night of irritation. Why? All because this arrogant, asinine man, couldn’t seem to hold himself back when it came to knit picking.

Every other minute, it seemed as though he had some sort of complaint prepared. He would call out small details that held the potential of breaking the entire plotline of the film. Often times he would making a halfhearted comment that involved the animation of the film, going so far as to compare it to the better developed graphics seen in modern day cinema. She had asked him time and time again to not take the film so seriously, and to keep his comments to himself - at least until after the movie was over.

Had he been willing to listen to her, though? The obvious answer to that, was no. He would always respond to her request by chuckling and offering a halfhearted sorry, only to resume his knit picking a few minutes later. In her mind, she knew that there was no preventing him from doing this. He had told her time and time again, that he had a terrible habit when it came to rewatching movies. He had gone so far as to avoid watching a film with her if he had already sat through it in the past. His excuse always being that his behavior would ruin her fun.

She had been the one to insist on him not needing to avoid certain movies for her sake. She had been the one to claim that his behavior - one bought about by the less appealing side that was found within his personality - would not bother her. Oh, there was no describing just how blatantly wrong she had been by stating that. She genuinely hated that he seemed incapable of keeping his mouth shut while watching this, one of the movies that she had favored while growing up. She knew, though, that she technically didn’t have the right to get mad at him about it.

He had been earnest in telling her that she wouldn’t like him when he got like this. His obvious hopes had been to prevent a fight, although it should have been clear that she wasn’t the confrontational type. Or, at least she had always striven to avoid conflict. By the time the movie had reached the halfway point, she had reached her last nerve. The constant, passive-aggressive comments had quickly worn her out, and much to her surprise, awakened a nature that she didn’t even know she had. As such, they were both surprised when she abruptly raised a hand to slap it over his mouth.

Technically she had hit him in the process of doing this, and for that, she genuinely felt guilty. However, the desire to shut him up remained. So, she kept her palm pressed firmly over his maw for a minute or so, simply so that she could take the time to collect herself. The unexpected spousal abuse - as he was sure to jokingly call it - had temporarily stunned him into silence for the time being. For that, she was grateful. Once she had successfully calmed enough to speak, she used her hold on the male’s mouth to pull his head down so that she could more or less growl in his ear.

“Leon, dear, you know I love you...” She began to speak, her voice coming out in a strained manner as proof of her definite irritation.
“But, please. I’d appreciate it if you’d just shut the fuck up, and let me watch my movie!” She hissed, startling herself once again as she allowed an unexpected swear to escape her. Until then, she had been the type of person who sought to avoid un-required cursing. As such, the fact that she had allowed such an undesirable word to slip past her lips was proof enough that she was absolutely furious. Once she believed that she had gotten her point across, she released the now completely bewildered male and crossed her arms in front of her chest so that she could resume watching her movie.

At first, it had seemed as though she had finally managed to knock some sense into the man. That was not the case, at she soon came to realize. The instant that a segment of drama flashed on the screen, the male wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to him. He dipped his head enough to let his chin rest on her shoulder, before laughing. That laugh was accompanied by yet another negative comment. She nearly hit him in the face as she threw up her arms to let out a dramatic shout. There was just no getting him to shut up. No, not now. Not after he came to realize that he enjoyed it when she cursed at him.

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All she wanted to do, was watch a movie. That was all that she had asked for. A night together, in a dimly lit room, watching an old film that she had absolutely adored as a child. That was all she had wanted to happen. What did she get though? Not a night of silently enjoying an age old classic that had brought various generations a sense of wonder and joy. No. What she had been given, was a night of irritation. Why? All because this arrogant, asinine man, couldn’t seem to hold himself back when it came to knit picking.

Every other minute, it seemed as though he had some sort of complaint prepared. He would call out small details that held the potential of breaking the entire plotline of the film. Often times he would making a halfhearted comment that involved the animation of the film, going so far as to compare it to the better developed graphics seen in modern day cinema. She had asked him time and time again to not take the film so seriously, and to keep his comments to himself - at least until after the movie was over.

Had he been willing to listen to her, though? The obvious answer to that, was no. He would always respond to her request by chuckling and offering a halfhearted sorry, only to resume his knit picking a few minutes later. In her mind, she knew that there was no preventing him from doing this. He had told her time and time again, that he had a terrible habit when it came to rewatching movies. He had gone so far as to avoid watching a film with her if he had already sat through it in the past. His excuse always being that his behavior would ruin her fun.

She had been the one to insist on him not needing to avoid certain movies for her sake. She had been the one to claim that his behavior - one bought about by the less appealing side that was found within his personality - would not bother her. Oh, there was no describing just how blatantly wrong she had been by stating that. She genuinely hated that he seemed incapable of keeping his mouth shut while watching this, one of the movies that she had favored while growing up. She knew, though, that she technically didn’t have the right to get mad at him about it.

He had been earnest in telling her that she wouldn’t like him when he got like this. His obvious hopes had been to prevent a fight, although it should have been clear that she wasn’t the confrontational type. Or, at least she had always striven to avoid conflict. By the time the movie had reached the halfway point, she had reached her last nerve. The constant, passive-aggressive comments had quickly worn her out, and much to her surprise, awakened a nature that she didn’t even know she had. As such, they were both surprised when she abruptly raised a hand to slap it over his mouth.

Technically she had hit him in the process of doing this, and for that, she genuinely felt guilty. However, the desire to shut him up remained. So, she kept her palm pressed firmly over his maw for a minute or so, simply so that she could take the time to collect herself. The unexpected spousal abuse - as he was sure to jokingly call it - had temporarily stunned him into silence for the time being. For that, she was grateful. Once she had successfully calmed enough to speak, she used her hold on the male’s mouth to pull his head down so that she could more or less growl in his ear.

“Leon, dear, you know I love you...” She began to speak, her voice coming out in a strained manner as proof of her definite irritation.
“But, please. I’d appreciate it if you’d just shut the fuck up, and let me watch my movie!” She hissed, startling herself once again as she allowed an unexpected swear to escape her. Until then, she had been the type of person who sought to avoid un-required cursing. As such, the fact that she had allowed such an undesirable word to slip past her lips was proof enough that she was absolutely furious. Once she believed that she had gotten her point across, she released the now completely bewildered male and crossed her arms in front of her chest so that she could resume watching her movie.

At first, it had seemed as though she had finally managed to knock some sense into the man. That was not the case, at she soon came to realize. The instant that a segment of drama flashed on the screen, the male wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to him. He dipped his head enough to let his chin rest on her shoulder, before laughing. That laugh was accompanied by yet another negative comment. She nearly hit him in the face as she threw up her arms to let out a dramatic shout. There was just no getting him to shut up. No, not now. Not after he came to realize that he enjoyed it when she cursed at him.