her hand falls back to his pant leg, shaking. her eyes never leave his face, bottom lip quivering in pain₎
is that enough for you? i know how it feels——is this enough? or——or do you need to do it too? i dont know how to fix this——please.
₍the reaction makes her freeze. the way he jumps away from her touch. the way his voice cuts through the room. misa had never been good with raised voices——on set, it was fine. she was an actor——she could deal with a little bit of scripted malice..
( he's been effectively ignoring her up until her hand is placed on his shoulder, and he can't help but jump away, knocking the bottle of alcohol into the sink. he snarls, scrambling to pick it up before he loses the entirety of its
₍she says it like its the easiest thing in the world——and she does it. the sound makes her flinch less than the thought of him still being hurt by her. a slap harder than the one she planted on lights cheek, because she deserves the pain more than he does.
₍without much thought, she leans lightly against his shoulder₎
you’re very reliable, you know that? i like being around you..
₍the compliment comes naturally. warm enough to make someone’s heart skip and completely innocent in the way she means it₎
₍the second she’s pulled down beside him, a surprised laugh slips out before she can stop it. honestly, she’d been fully prepared to keep tormenting him for at least another minute. apparently, he had other plans₎
hey——!
₍her shoulder bumps against
i'm right about the ice cream, and i'm right in assuming we should sit soon, because while you aren't heavy, i'm awful lazy and i'd hate to risk dropping you or either one of our cones.
( 𝐥𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐜𝐤. they've made it to the benches and
like, real tears.
₍she nods solemnly before turning her attention back to him. immediately, her grin returns₎
so.. congratulations.
₍she gestures vaguely toward him with her cone₎
you’ve successfully saved both me and the ice cream!