๏ผใใi donโt use chat gpt. i Donโt get an app to write my replies for me. i look up SYNONYMS FOR DAMN NEAR EVERY WORD. AND IF THEY ARENโT TO MY LIKING, I KILL MYSELF
She is silent for a moment as he speaks but only because she has imagined it just as he has. A life without the job, without constant blood on their hands.
"We would probably go crazy from boredom. What would I be if not this? I am not exactly the soccer mom type."
โSometimes I wonder what itโd be like, yโknow?โ
He sighs, tightening his jaw while he averts his gaze for a moment.
โThough I donโt think weโd know what to do with ourselves if we tried to live a normal life.โ
( Soft snort, eyes flicking towards him with unimpressed amusement. )
Uh-huh. Funny how everyone is โgoodโ right before theyโre asked to actually try.
( Brow arch, gaze dropping to the lollypop before meeting his eyes again. )
Cheerleading burns zero calories, by the way.
( * lolly pops betwixt lips, figure leisurely sprawled on set of two plastic chairs. ) actually, i'm good. but you .. โธบ ( * gesturing of candy in the air ) you keep going. you're doing ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ! ( * โธบ ๐ )
@XAmericasAssX "Of course it matters." She says, reaching for the steaming mug of coffee. "You get cranky when you don't get enough sleep."
It's an attempt to change the conversation. She hates feeling vulnerable, even in front of him. "Thank you for the coffee."
"Yes." She answers without hesitation, but she knows just as well as he does that it is impossible.
"Something like that isn't possible for people like us, James."
@XAmericasAssX His voice pulls her from her thoughts. She glances at him, and at the mug he places down on the nightstand.
"You know how it is." The redhead says and makes a poor attempt at a half smile. "Did I wake you?"