◦ ✶.◦.˚˖↷ sabine.
❝ mcdonald’s. had to make reservations six months in advance for this. ❞ her expression lightens up, and she smiles before opening the bag and reaching in to grab two of the sausage biscuits, tossing them onto the bed next to him before she goes to flop onto the couch sitting nearby. there’s an idle thought that maybe she shouldn’t be so familiar with her girlfriend’s drug dealer, but she supposes stranger things have happened.
shrugging it off, she reaches to grab her coffee from the end table, taking a long drink of it before giving a loud, obnoxious yawn. hand scrubbing over her face, she clears her throat. ❝ you and ketsu have fun last night? i called when i was on my break, but she didn’t answer. figured you were over. ❞
his snort is obnoxious, it wasn’t like the joke was that funny. but when just about everything ranging from vision to thinking process remains slightly distorted, she could tell him the damn chicken joke and he swears he might piss his pants laughing. his appetite is ravenous, having sworn he didn’t eat anything that entire night in spite of the fact that there’s an empty bag of potato chips nearby. in fact, as if on cue, he nearly crushed it whilst adjusting to get off the bed and dressed. no, he swears, those were ketsu’s only.
boxers shrugged on with sloppy effort, he spins around right back around to face her. ever so delightful with a half a sandwich stuffed on the side of his mouth -- like a hibernating chipmunk, how ... charming -- he nods along as answers to her questions. ❛ mhm. said she needed some kinda stress relief, some good shit. y’know? and i needed it too so it kinda... fell into place. ❜









