[Then Michael doesn't either. Natalie pauses, a brief flashing frown, and then a tight smile. One of Tyler's closed eyes opens, before cracking a smirk and grinning, ready to watch a scene unfold.
Natalie's eyes first go to Michael, as if to pressure him. To Max. Look. Your Father is doing the right thing. But Michael only looks down and stiffens his shoulders. Once he realizes he's being used as a weapon, Max's hands lower, letting out a soundless sigh; he's willing to go along, but if he's going to be used against Michael, he'll stop and be the bad guy. But he's given in once, and Michael is at least a little cowed. So she'll look to Ash next.
Jessica on the other hand looks ready to spoil for a fight. Only the interest in how pressuring Ash is going to go keeps her from jumping in first. Let her sister bring the fight to them. Jessica can play the patience game well too. No matter how hungry for blood she is.]
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Natalie's eyes first go to Michael, as if to pressure him. To Max. Look. Your Father is doing the right thing. But Michael only looks down and stiffens his shoulders. Once he realizes he's being used as a weapon, Max's hands lower, letting out a soundless sigh; he's willing to go along, but if he's going to be used against Michael, he'll stop and be the bad guy. But he's given in once, and Michael is at least a little cowed. So she'll look to Ash next.
Jessica on the other hand looks ready to spoil for a fight. Only the interest in how pressuring Ash is going to go keeps her from jumping in first. Let her sister bring the fight to them. Jessica can play the patience game well too. No matter how hungry for blood she is.]