#pueraurea

this wasn’t a rare occurrence. in fact, it became quite the routine for the two of them. she’d go out, get too messed up and call knox at some ungodly hour to come save her from whatever trouble she got herself into. and when the morning came? they’d simply hang out as if nothing happened. he was always coming to her rescue - whether she asked him to or not. taking another hit from the joint in between her fingers, curled up on the couch as she took a bite from the slice of pizza in her other hand, she handed it over to him, brow raising at the worried look on his face. “oh, come on, i wasn’t that bad last night, was i? stop looking at me like i’m some wounded little puppy, i’m fine.” she said, playfully kicking her foot out to nudge into his side.