「 ♛ 」. 𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐒 ! gravitating cold brim , he imbibes a long swig , hazy blues fixating on television in contemplation as bleached blonde makes room . NOT LIKE HE’S GOT BETTER SHIT TO DO . when he journeyed through the kitchen , there was little awareness imparted as sock clad feet trailed through living room , the erotic whimpers lowly echoing within their apartment only context discerned . he’s seen videodrome once before , SORT OF , it was during a date , but he hadn’t paid much attention considering his focus had been ELSEWHERE , incapable of behaving himself no more than twenty minutes in . 𝑯𝑬'𝑫 𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑵 . a stifled eruct emitting , muscularity weaves around small sofa , then heavily falls beside roommate , sinking into worn cushions . maybe he’ll succeed in watching the whole way through this time .
❝ right on . i’ve seen parts of it , but it was a long fucking time ago . ❞ drawing soft pack from white muscle tank pocket , fingers cull cigarette & wedge filter between lips . brawny arm reaching , wrist flicks marlboros onto coffee table in exchange for her lighter . he’s already comfortable , too LAZY to get up , return to his bedroom & retrieve his zippo . igniting , flame kindles & loosely hung smoke bobs along , ❝ so , what'd i miss ? ❞
SHE WAS ENRAPTURED BY THE WORKS OF CRONENBERG . The soft fuzz of the screen , blue halo of light being the only thing illuminates the room the two were sat in , casting soft glows upon her face . Crystalline eyes remain wide in wonderment , despite how many times she’d watched the film . Head turns ever so slowly as she notes the usage of her lighter , petals curling into a soft grin . Between that and the unabashed belching , Jane couldn’t hinder her thoughts : he’s such a guy , it’s stupid . The internal dialogue was fond in nature , though , as she really couldn’t imagine Billy any other way .
“ Eye for an eye , price for using my lighter is givin’ me a sip of your beer , you know the rules , ” utterances are followed by laughter , digits extending to snag the can ( as politely as one could steal a beer ) , small swig done and over with before he could even protest . “ Basically —— ” she begins on her ramblings , handing the can back to the man , her attention turned towards the droning television yet again , “ —— this dude runs a channel that loops nothing but softcore porn and violence , but he’s starting to get bored with it , finds something way more hardcore by accident , and uh . . . he ends up going out with Debbie Harry , who totally gets turned on by all the gore and violence , they get into some BDSM shit , she wants to go to Pittsburgh to audition for the show , she does , never comes back . . . now he’s basically losing his mind as he learns more about what Videodrome actually is . ” and glances are cast in his direction , attempting to ensure that he’d been paying attention to her albeit shitty rundown of what the hell was going on . Some of her favourite films were the ones most impossible to adequately describe . “ I can start it over , if you want . Pretty hot shit . ”