#ace:thread

     “she’s-- i... i don’t know, honestly.” a breathy, frustrated sigh left the boy’s lips upon muttering, bringing down the cup of coffee on the table after taking a swig. “she’s gotten salty these past few days. seems to be not in the mood when talking to me. you know how we frequently text and snapchat random shit and sometimes i let you come over? i... i think she’s... jealous.” but it’s just kiara, he thought, yet of course he knew his girl couldn’t help but think otherwise especially with her sucky dating history.

     “yeah? please tell me it’s not a body part--” placing the phone between his ear and shoulder after picking up the call, ace continues to beat the eggs in a bowl. he can’t figure out what exactly the other is talking about, and he can’t judge by the tone of his voice whether he’s in pain, either. “or, well, that’s fine--because you might tell me a funny story of how you broke it.”

“i can’t believe you just censored yourself-- with that word.” the lad lets out a loud laugh, relieving a nonexistent itch near his sideburn before gripping his stomach. “look, i can’t just throw this kid into the dumpster--he’s my nephew... i don’t even completely understand why his parents chose me to babysit instead of my parents--they’re free this weekend anyway.” quieting down from his laughter, he bites down on his lower lip, glancing over the child busy playing his xbox in the living room. “you have time to spare? don’t tell me you’re leaving--i’m usually good with kids but jesus... this one’s pretty bratty.”

real nice. it’s not even raining but ace keeps his hood on, wearing his head low–it’s been a bad day. well, quite frankly, the past few days haven’t gotten any better. he’s not hurt by the impact, he just stumbled a bit backwards when the stranger crashed into him and stepped on his foot–he hasn’t eaten all day because he didn’t really feel like stuffing himself. he raises a hand in dismissal of his apology, shrugging. “yeah, i’m fine– i’m sorry too.” but he knows he looks nowhere near fine–bloodshot eyes, large bags under them, and the palest he’s been. the lad’s a living zombie.

after lying in bed wide awake, agitated, i finally doze off owing to a sinful exhaustion.

“Seriously? I’m so thankful you got out alive and well if it’s been wrecked.” Running fingers through his hair, he stares at the other with disbelief in his eyes, mostly because of the fact that she’s still able to laugh at this when it’s not even a smiling matter. He pats her arm, gesturing for her to lie down again. “You should rest for now and worry about selling stuff later. And yeah, note taken-- like I have a car to drive anyway. But-- where did you even crash?”

“Heh, I gotta ask my butt, hang on…” That’s right, laugh it off, man. Dusting his fallen ass, he lets out a soft chuckle, his other hand finding its home on his nape. Truthfully his butt didn’t really collect that much dirt, he just fell so hard he had to take a minute to hide the wincing. It stung for sure. “It’s fine, I’m fine. Thank you for asking though.”

“You’re exaggerating, aren’t you?” A worried expression spreads across his face but he tries to conceal it. He brings up his phone to his face, opening the camera app; he looks a lot less pasty, but not exactly like a lobster. Just heavily tanned, he thinks. “Yeah, that’s not the case. But come on– don’t tell me you haven’t been this sunburned too? Aussie has it worse sometimes, am I right, mate?”