kafkaesque: having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality.
Propping her hands on her hips, Harmony didn’t even blink as she stared into the other’s eyes, not daunted at all about their complaints. It had been her birthday, after all, so it should have been her choice about how it was spent and it wasn’t as if she wouldn’t have other birthdays. “I’m here now, aren’t I? That’s what matters.”
Standing against the door’s frame proved a lot to Jasper, restraining himself a lot more. “It is what matters, and I’m not fighting against it.” He said, shoulders rolling into a light shrug. “Besides, what could go wrong, am I right?” His question was meant to be a rhetorical one, but she was welcome to answer it if she wanted. In his mind, everything could go wrong. Telling her was a different story. “Happy Birthday, by the way.”
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