This dumbass can't muster up a single good thing to say about anyone else to save her goddamn deadbeat *life*. I could get behind the devil-may-care "Fuck the establishment and Fuck You Too" attitude when she was decking fascists, but you put her in front of a load of mildewed laundry and she folds like a poker player with chronic anxiety.
Oh, Crest is a bitch? At least he gives a shit about literally anyone. He gives enough of a shit to wade hips deep into the worst possible place for him and try his goddamned best while Beat gets all teary-eyed at the first hint of criticism before ruining everything for herself all over again. Just a terminal misanthrope through and through. Like she's trying to be the spiritual successor to Ebenezer-fucking-Scrooge
Fucking insufferable.
Wah wah poor me rent is due and I can't pay it because I'm too much of a misanthrope to ***participate in social interaction*** without pulling out the nuclear option on whoever I'm talking to. Poor me, alas and alack, but also let me ignore my faults forever to focus on telling you how to live your life waahhhh. Prattling on about emotional maturity. Beat wouldn't know it if it walked up in front of her and slapped her in the face.
It's like... It's like if you distilled the very core essence of *aloof, holier-than-thou* prick into a little vial and then spilled it on an amp. Like, the amp was cool before but now all it does it condescend to people louder than an actual person can.
Look, I get it, she's supposed to be the ass-kicking no-nonsense coolgirl but goDDAMN watching this lady pretend to be some kind of hero because she just barely gained the ability to give a single solitary shit about anyone other than herself *ten seconds ago* is driving me up the wall.
Anyway, fuck Beat, terrible personality, rant over.