"…you're an addict. I'm sick of everyone else waiting around for it to come out. You're an addict and that's something you're going to have to deal with. If you like it or not. I'm not willing to wait for you anymore."
"What're you talking about?"
"Don't pretend like you don't know."
The accused girl would shift, two long strands of red coming down in the front of her face, mismatched with the rest of her bowl cut brown hair.
The other stood, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, voice clear to her adversary. "…You don't get second chances here. The minute you're out, it's over."
The girl would grit her teeth, mostly in frustration. Who's business was it what she did outside of the group? She still attended missions and completed them readily without so much as a slip up. So she'd been gone a lot from the house; addiction had nothing to do with it, furthermore, she wasn't an addict, it was impossible to get addicted without a real substance. With that thought, the only reason she kept from snapping was that without being here, she'd have no home. She didn't speak, just clenched her jaw and waited for it to be over.
Kina stood up straight and still, her brown hues keeping locked on the others for a response, but seeing that she wasn't getting one she felt her point was made. Her long black hair was tossed over her shoulder. "See that you get it taken care of. Before I do." She'd turn to walk off back to her room.
The rest of the house was silent and still. Nothing moved.
The hazel eyed 'addict' would finally relax without heat of an interrogation, her mind settled on two facts.
One, she wasn't an addict.
And two, she wasn't going to stop.
