said i was the best simultaneously the worst
“Yeah, well, don’t run too far.” Thorn says, peering over at her with a surprising amount of seriousness in his face – even if deep in the seafoam green of his gaze it leans more toward humor than anything else. “I’ll have’ta get a leash or some shit. Like the one they get for kids that’s a backpack? I’ll getcha a nice pink one.” He winks, knowing that it’s very unlikely to be something she wants, maybe it’ll make it so she’ll actually tell him where she’s running to so he doesn’t have to worry.
Huffing out a sound of agreement, he hauls himself up too and stretches, wandering over to lean against the ruined counter top and watches as she finds the bottle of tequila and searches for two shot glasses. It takes him a moment to snag them, sliding them over toward where she’d left the bottle of tequila. “Here.” He won’t say no to getting a bit fucked up, given the situation.
Huffing out a sound of agreement, he hauls himself up too and stretches, wandering over to lean against the ruined counter top and watches as she finds the bottle of tequila and searches for two shot glasses. It takes him a moment to snag them, sliding them over toward where she’d left the bottle of tequila. “Here.” He won’t say no to getting a bit fucked up, given the situation.
Hawthorn
and best case scenario, i should be cursed
