cj can’t help but laugh, silently impressed that even in his groggy state he could tell it was far, far from the truth. she was good at lying when she wanted to, it was a talent she’d had to learn early on in life. her survival hinged on being good at pretending. this time, she hadn’t even tried for a convincing lie, they all knew thursday’s scrawny figure wouldn’t have dropped axel like that. plus even the fucked in the bathroom part of that was untrue, cj knew his hygiene habits well enough by now and didn’t find one or two showers a week to be enough.
❝ okay, okay, ❞ she concedes finally, stretching out on the couch almost like a cat, taking up space, head on one end of it, legs draping over axel. he’s a big boy, he can deal with a broken nose and some legs on his lap. ❝ you tripped, face first into that counter over there, ❞ she points out, ❝ pretty sure it still has your blood on it. knocked you out so we threw you on the bed and here you are now. ❞she shrugs, it’s not as interesting as her first story, but at least it had been pretty fucking funny.
ice slowly becoming more LIQUEFIED as it pressed into warm flesh , pack losing its COLD STATE on both sides by now . digits could feel the mushiness that was MELTING inside . he’d hold onto it just a little longer as she spoke . 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 . the memory would surely come back to him in a few 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 [ . . . . ] give or take . he’d lean back into the couch , finally dropping the pack atop legs now propped OVER HIS OWN . carefully wiggling numbed nose before letting a laugh pass from between lips . ❝ NOT A PARTY until someone almost fucking 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 , right ? be honest , HOW’S IT LOOK RIGHT NOW ? ❞