@shayatin / fluff sc.
“ you know, ” she’s sitting on his couch, bare feet tucked beneath his thigh, shit eating grin in place. there’s the remnants of thai take out on the coffee table, a battlefield of half eaten food and empty bottles of beer. it feels warm --------- not having to pretend, not having to navigate the verbal landmines she has to navigate with most other people. it feels like she can breathe easier. “ you didn’t actually destroy the pictures of you doing parkour when you crushed my camera. they get stored on a card. so basically you were dramatic for nothing. asshole. ”
