Bonding Time || Jessi/Zion
[Jessi comes around the corner of the kitchen with a small smile on her face, eyes skimming over the smaller frame slumped over on her couch. She walks over and picks up the remote before tossing it to him, gesturing towards the television before she sits down next to Zion, slipping a finger in the back of her heels before placing them in a neat pair next to the table]
If you can figure out how to make it work, feel free to watch whatever you want. [It's a shrug of a comment as she settles into the corner of the couch] There's a y-box around here somewhere. It's more than likely that grotesque-looking thing in the corner. [Now that her small amount of hostess is out of the way (an extraordinary feat for someone who usually provides it very rarely) she shows a small smile in the younger boy's direction, placing a glass of water down in front of him that she brought from the kitchen]Â
I'm surprised you don't look completely worn out. You were dancing on that DDR machine longer than the list of Meryl Streep's Oscar nominations. [She pauses] For a while.
