BETTER OFF DEAD

Oh, good, then it’s not just me.

A busted ear drum? No, no, no, no, I cannot lose my hearing.

Baby is a classic, shut up.

Hm, right. I did once call someone sugar tits, but she was a threesome dalliance into some real kinky shit who didn’t find it derogatory. 

Nobody said all of the classics were good.

Is the entire room somehow magically ringing or is that just my ears?

Definitely your ears, I think they’re even bleeding some– maybe you busted an ear drum.

My nicknames are terms of endearment, baby, I do it with everyone I meet. Please, though, if it makes you uncomfortable.

Baby is over-rated, though.

My mind is fashion and fashion is always on my mind. I can still try to look great in crisis mode, pookie.

Pookie– you not only have fashion on your mind, but terrible nicknames.

I was trained to be functional and mobile through injuries worse than this.

Jesus, you sound like the people I live with. I’d hate to see your version of worse.

Whoever said earthquake chic is now a thing is seriously disturbed. Fuck.

Really? Why are clothes the first thing you think of in a crisis?

Why are you looking at me?

I’m not used to someone still talking lucidly with a head wound like that. Are you okay? That’s a... really stupid question.

No.

But Morrigan wants me back.

Define “okay”…

Well, nothing good happens when someone says they gotta talk with you, so it’s safe to assume that you’re not.

@elijah-davidson 

@kayden-jackson​

Hey… we need to talk.

This is what thinking looks like Eli, you might not have so many headaches if you did it every now and then.

I’ll think about things if it’s worth thinking about-- besides you’re doing enough thinking for the both of us.

Pandora stared in confusion for a second, uncertain whether she should be open when Benji could pass by the door and overhear at any moment. She finally sighed, moving further into the room and taking a seat on the edge of the male’s mattress. “I’ve been a pussy expressing my girly thoughts recently, so what’s one more person?” Pan reached up and twirled a finger around the chain of her black cross pendant, huffing again, “I’ve got a crush and i don’t know what to do about it. He’s terrified, I’m terrified, and I don’t want to be this…reason that hurts him.”

He propped himself against the headboard as the girl sat down, his lips ticking upwards into a small smile at her banter. “We all have pussy moments, Pan,” he said with a shrug before he listened to what she said. It was a classic tale of two people scarred by their traumas that lead them to hesitancy to something that they both want. “I hope you didn’t come for advice, cuz I’m not someone who’s in a relationship-- so I can’t really help you on that front, but I don’t think there’s really much you can do to make yourself feel better other than the fact that you know you don’t want to hurt him. You don’t want to be the person that hurts him, so as long as you always keep that thought in your mind, I think everything else will fall into place. Dealing with things from the past takes time but taking it one step at a time together isn’t going to hurt.”

Have you never seen a crying baby before?

Gimme the kiddo-- you need a break. I’ll just need some earplugs first.

I can feel you staring.

Dude, the wheels turning in your head is giving me a headache.

He vanished for a pee break and I wandered off, of course I know where he always is, my geek. You’re implying he likes me in that way enough to care about who I’m reverting to stalker mode with.

Eli sighed as he sat up in his bed, raking a hand through his already unruly hair. “This is a lot to take in right when I wake up, but you might as well sit down,” he patted the bed next to him, “sounds like you need to talk some shit out.”

I’m not here to see you in your tightie whities, relax. Just visiting a friend.

Yeah, and we both know where ‘friend’ is this time of day. He’s like clockwork, doesn’t ever change his schedule. Doesn’t mean you can stare at me while I’m sleeping-- Benji might get the wrong idea.