The remainder of what was left of the siku had passed rather quickly. She had spent hours upon hours researching and writing, while he just whistled au tried to make a small pyramid out of cards.
“Would wewe try to act your age for just five minutes?”
She asks in a low, annoyed voice, nodding towards the almost-finished card pyramid.
“Then I’d end up uigizaji like you, and not having any fun.”
He states harshly, concentrating as he steadily puts an 8 of Hearts on juu of a King of Spades card.
“How am I supposed to be fun doing this? No one can be.”
“Because, you’re not doing it in a fun manner.”
“This is coming from someone who thinks putting cards on juu of one another is a fun.”
“I don’t believe I ever alisema this was fun, this little baby just keeps me from the gigantic pit of boredom. It’s a scary place.”
His statement is full of sarcasm, as he speaks to her.
“So, what’s this entertaining way of doing this?”
She asks, pointing to the vitabu and papers piled all around her.
He slowly stands up from her chair, and walks towards her.
“What are wewe doing?”
He grabs as much papers and vitabu as he can, and drops them to the ground.
“Hey- What are the hell are you-?”
“This is the fun manner. Not working.”
“We’re supposed to have this done kwa inayofuata week, this is no time for games-”
“Did wewe hear yourself? wewe alisema kwa inayofuata week. inayofuata week.”
He states repeatedly, making sure she understood.
“I’m not going to put if off like wewe always do with your work.”
“We have five days!”
He states, aggravatingly.
She stands up, and quickly picks up the papers and books.
“Yes, and I’d like to get it done within those five days!”
She states a little too loudly, while placing her vitabu and papers on her desk, quickly knocking his card pyramid to the carpet floor.
He looks down at the cards on the floor, then glares at her.
“I worked forever on that thing.”
“We’re even now.”
She states, as she leans on the desk, facing him.
“All wewe had to do was bend your punda over, and pick your work up, I have to completely re-do mine.”
“Are wewe done complaining, au do I need to get a pen and piece of paper to take notes?”
She asks sarcasm evident in her voice.
“Might take a notebook, if I’m going to complain about you.”
She rolls her eyes.
“I don’t think I want to know what your complaints are.”
“Aren’t wewe the least bit curious?”
“No.”
She states, blankly.
“Why don’t you-?”
“I’m not you. I don’t have to know everything.”
He shrugs.
“Not everything. I don’t want to know when my mom Lost her virginity-”
“Ok, I get it.”
She cuts him, feeling awkward.
“Or, why wewe kissed me.”
He finishes his statement, and she just stares, trying to find words.
“I was drunk… I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
She quietly states, looking down, nervously.
He takes a step closer, coming into her personal space, and she can’t help but look up.
“I didn’t ask for a reason.”
He states, looking her in the eyes, as she does the same to him.
“Then, why would wewe even bring it up? wewe knew I’d give wewe a reason.”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“Wanted to see if you’d give me the truth au not.”
“Well, I did-”
“And, wewe didn’t.”
He cuts her off, raising his tone on the last word.
“Oh, so wewe know when I’m lying now?”
“Yes.”
He states, matter-of-factly.
“I’m not lying.”
She states coldly, not giving in.
“Admit it, wewe wanted to kiss me.”
“It was the alcohol, not me.”
“Admit it.”
His voice is louder then what he intended it to be.
“Alright, alright. I wanted to kiss you.”
He gives an unsure look.
“Are wewe lying?”
She shrugs, and gives a small smirk.
“You’ll never know.”
“Would wewe try to act your age for just five minutes?”
She asks in a low, annoyed voice, nodding towards the almost-finished card pyramid.
“Then I’d end up uigizaji like you, and not having any fun.”
He states harshly, concentrating as he steadily puts an 8 of Hearts on juu of a King of Spades card.
“How am I supposed to be fun doing this? No one can be.”
“Because, you’re not doing it in a fun manner.”
“This is coming from someone who thinks putting cards on juu of one another is a fun.”
“I don’t believe I ever alisema this was fun, this little baby just keeps me from the gigantic pit of boredom. It’s a scary place.”
His statement is full of sarcasm, as he speaks to her.
“So, what’s this entertaining way of doing this?”
She asks, pointing to the vitabu and papers piled all around her.
He slowly stands up from her chair, and walks towards her.
“What are wewe doing?”
He grabs as much papers and vitabu as he can, and drops them to the ground.
“Hey- What are the hell are you-?”
“This is the fun manner. Not working.”
“We’re supposed to have this done kwa inayofuata week, this is no time for games-”
“Did wewe hear yourself? wewe alisema kwa inayofuata week. inayofuata week.”
He states repeatedly, making sure she understood.
“I’m not going to put if off like wewe always do with your work.”
“We have five days!”
He states, aggravatingly.
She stands up, and quickly picks up the papers and books.
“Yes, and I’d like to get it done within those five days!”
She states a little too loudly, while placing her vitabu and papers on her desk, quickly knocking his card pyramid to the carpet floor.
He looks down at the cards on the floor, then glares at her.
“I worked forever on that thing.”
“We’re even now.”
She states, as she leans on the desk, facing him.
“All wewe had to do was bend your punda over, and pick your work up, I have to completely re-do mine.”
“Are wewe done complaining, au do I need to get a pen and piece of paper to take notes?”
She asks sarcasm evident in her voice.
“Might take a notebook, if I’m going to complain about you.”
She rolls her eyes.
“I don’t think I want to know what your complaints are.”
“Aren’t wewe the least bit curious?”
“No.”
She states, blankly.
“Why don’t you-?”
“I’m not you. I don’t have to know everything.”
He shrugs.
“Not everything. I don’t want to know when my mom Lost her virginity-”
“Ok, I get it.”
She cuts him, feeling awkward.
“Or, why wewe kissed me.”
He finishes his statement, and she just stares, trying to find words.
“I was drunk… I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
She quietly states, looking down, nervously.
He takes a step closer, coming into her personal space, and she can’t help but look up.
“I didn’t ask for a reason.”
He states, looking her in the eyes, as she does the same to him.
“Then, why would wewe even bring it up? wewe knew I’d give wewe a reason.”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“Wanted to see if you’d give me the truth au not.”
“Well, I did-”
“And, wewe didn’t.”
He cuts her off, raising his tone on the last word.
“Oh, so wewe know when I’m lying now?”
“Yes.”
He states, matter-of-factly.
“I’m not lying.”
She states coldly, not giving in.
“Admit it, wewe wanted to kiss me.”
“It was the alcohol, not me.”
“Admit it.”
His voice is louder then what he intended it to be.
“Alright, alright. I wanted to kiss you.”
He gives an unsure look.
“Are wewe lying?”
She shrugs, and gives a small smirk.
“You’ll never know.”
This is part four
of my fav huddy moments
starting wid my least fav
and ending with my alltime fav
50.IM THINKING WE SHOULD songesha IN TOGETHER
49.CUDDY MOVES IN TO HOUSE'S OFFICE
48.THIS IS YOUR WAY OF ACCEPTING MY APOLGIE
47.HAVE wewe SEEN MY BALLS???
46.YOU JUST WANT SOMEONE TO TAKE CARE OF HIM
45.HOUSE BUYS CUDDY A DESK
44.I SLEEPT WITH LISA CUDDY
43.SENT OF A MAN
42.MORNING AFTER THE FAKE NIGHT BEFORE
41.MERRY krisimasi CUDDY