he huffs through his nose, sleeve at his lip again. probably did deserve it, if he’s being entirely honest. but he’ll not say it aloud. obliging, he follows her inside, a grumble. “ are you alright, anyway ? home alone ? ”
“and you —— did you deserve it, too .ᐣ”
her lips curve into a smile, but there’s no spite in it, just amusement. on her feet, hands find her waist. “come, i’ll clean that up for you.”
oh, here she goes. a grimace, back of his sleeve to lip, with a shake of the head. “ don’t start. he fuckin’ deserved it. ” a mutter, ignoring the temptation of an eye roll.
sitting on the step in front of their house, eyes rise as the other approaches hurriedly. unsurprisingly, she pops the blue bubble of her gum before speaking.
“again .ᐣ”
slightly out of breath from sprinting, hand stinging, lip dripping — god, how the hell has some little fucker managed to loosen some of his fucking teeth ? now spitting out a mouthful of blood. mind your feet.
Ahhh, how honorable
of ya then .
◜ a soft sounding laughter
then emitted, lighter found
and cigarette lit . The drag
taken was nice and slow .
Thanks, stranger .
◜ faint smile formed
, cig taken between
cold fingers while
other fished for lighter .
You often found lingerin '
' bout ' nd offerin ' cigs,
stranger .ᐣ