@feylore said : ❝ somebody’s tryin’ to kill me, and I need protection. ❞ [ petra ] / brooklyn nine - nine sentence prompts .
“ somebody is always trying to fucking kill us in this stinking cesspit, pet, that’s the fucking point of this place. ” of course, lex is sensing that this is more of an immediate threat, and given the singed sleeve of petra’s school shirt, she’s not overselling the urgency. he flicks an impatient hand at the door gaping open behind her, swinging his legs over the side of his bed. “ shut the bloody door, then. fuck’s sake. ” anyone else and they’d think he was angry at them, spitting venom and making a show out of what a hardship it would be to stave off their imminent death. but petra knows him better than that. she knows to shrug off his gruffness, snap back at him and tell him to shut up and help her. it’s one of the reasons he loves her.
as it is, lex stomps past her to slam the door shut himself, locking it and pounding a fist against it with a huff that’s half a snarl. “ take it it’s those inbred, hillbilly bitches after you again. ” not the first time one of them’s tried it and it certainly won’t be the last, not if brandy’s got anything to say about it — and she does. quite a lot, actually. the jumped-up cow never shuts her mouth. “ what’d you say to her this time? ” because petra can’t help but wind them up sometimes. “ what fucked her off enough to want to light you on fire? ” the rats’ existence is enough for them, sometimes, though lex doubts that was the case in this instance. he drops down heavily bedside petra where she’s settled on his bed, wraps an arm around her shoulders and tucks her into his side, head resting against hers.
of course I’ll protect you goes unspoken, but lex knows petra hears it anyway.
