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ใ hey, johnny. can i get a cig? ใ
with a cheeky grin she puffed a smoke from her lips.
ใ how many times did you stole cigarettes from me, anyway? ใ
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"How about scouting for that new apartment I mentioned? Excuse for you to drive that car of yours you love."
She smiles sweetly. "Just want a good view is all."
Itโs my job to try hard, Silvercunt. Maybe if yourโs didnโt revolve around drinking, getting high & dying so a bunch of hippies can light candles to you on the streets, youโd understand.
He follows her up and takes it all in. Places in NC were usually pretty similar but she definitely had her own sense of style, he appreciated that. And he did grin when he spotted a Samurai album amongst her vinyl collection.
"Don't mind if I do."
He smirks, kicking off his โ
A signature pink jacket hangs across her kitchen chair and an array of records are splayed on her living room table.
He might even spot one of his own there.
"Make yourself at home!"
boots and then making his way to the couch to take a seat, draping an arm over the backrest as he took in the sights.
"We gunna have a drink or two first before we start making out or would you rather skip right to the main event?"
He shoots her a playful look, raising a brow โ
"I hate you Johnny Silverhand."
She laughs, pushing him away playfully but she relents eventually and cuddles up close.
Who knew they'd ever get along this well.
"C'mon. What do you take me for?"
He smirks, leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth.
"When I see theirs it only reminds me how fuckin' perfect yours are, don't worry."
He winks, wearing a big dumb expression.
"Nah.. don't need to see all the girls lifting their tops to show off their tits."
She laughs, tracing his jawline with her fingers.
"You close your eyes real tight when they do."
He knows she wouldn't break it, just giving her shit. He grins at her next question, moving to wrap an arm around her shoulders.
"Why don't you join me some time? Find out yourself?"