[ lumine sits on the other side of the bed, her back turned to him as she removes the ring from her finger and unclasps the watch from her wrist, depositing it on the side table. she makes it an excruciatingly, deliberately slow process, almost like a ritual of sorts. make him wait, make him squirm until he can't take it anymore. ]

Is that your way of telling me that I'm just that good at disrupting your plans?

[ and maybe she should do more of it for the sake of everyone, especially her sanity? what an excellent idea that is, she thinks.

she reaches out behind her, grabbing one of the pillows next to him and setting it lengthwise between the two of them. a fluffy line or wall of sorts, one that keeps them separate as she crawls onto the bed and lies down on her side, her back still towards him. ]

Unlike me with you, you just can't seem to predict these unforeseen circumstances with me, can you?