#zoya threads.

"what the fuck made you think i'd ever want to see you again?"

"i know... i know i left, but i'm here right now. i'm standing right here. will you please at least talk to me?" it felt so unnatural for her, to stand there pleading like this. she'd never returned with her tail between her legs after running, always finding it easier to just keep pushing along, but it was different with her. it always had been.

"d'ya want it? i've been trying to quit." zoya offers the freshly lit cigarette, hating herself for the habit. "that was such a shitshow..."

"Did you really mean what you said back there, about me being the funniest person you know? 'Cause I don't know. Kinda sounded like bullshit."

"you keep talking and i'm gonna stab you. i'm not kidding."

"stop trying to steal my thunder. keep being funnier than me and we're gonna have a problem."

in any other scenario, zoya would have cleared out of there as fast as possible. one night stands were nothing new for her, she tended to have them wherever she wandered but she never, ever stuck around. she was an early riser by nature, always woken by sudden anxiety or bad dreams, but upon waking with an arm wrapped around her torso she'd felt a strange ease. of course she'd still gone back and forth on leaving, but then she'd decided ultimately to raid their fridge and make breakfast, wanting to stick around, for once. she still felt a little awkward as she caught sight of them stepping into the kitchen, but she sported a confident smile. "you don't mind that i raided your fridge, right? i can buy you a new carton of eggs. or pay you back other ways."

"oh, good, you're awake. any idea what the actual fuck happened last night, or...?"