Iskra
Still sprawled and clinging to sticker sheets and floor like some varmint absconding with goods (trash), he feels entirely too vulnerable. His eyes widen as the shape of the words that left him register, and slowly he draws up, emotionally and physically. He slides the sheets closer to his body as he moves from stomach stretch to a tilt onto his hip, legs folding under him like enough angles could keep him safe.
There’s no need, because she doesn’t pounce in voice or body, just agrees as if it is a simple thing. He blinks, a breath that’s prepped with excuse, or maybe protest, instead sucking back in. He holds her gaze, feeling suddenly very silly now for thinking it’d been enough of a thing to barter. Maybe that’s just how strong her commitment to winning is, but he smiles in the face of it, seeing instead the perseverance of them.
”Good,” he asserts, swinging back into the antics after only missing a few beats. He flops the sheets over into her held out hand, although his grip doesn’t relinquish them, not immediately. Just long enough to make her fight a little to take them, like that’s the seal of this deal. ”Alright, you win,” he declares, leaning back as he sits in expectation of her shouted BINGO!
There’s no need, because she doesn’t pounce in voice or body, just agrees as if it is a simple thing. He blinks, a breath that’s prepped with excuse, or maybe protest, instead sucking back in. He holds her gaze, feeling suddenly very silly now for thinking it’d been enough of a thing to barter. Maybe that’s just how strong her commitment to winning is, but he smiles in the face of it, seeing instead the perseverance of them.
”Good,” he asserts, swinging back into the antics after only missing a few beats. He flops the sheets over into her held out hand, although his grip doesn’t relinquish them, not immediately. Just long enough to make her fight a little to take them, like that’s the seal of this deal. ”Alright, you win,” he declares, leaning back as he sits in expectation of her shouted BINGO!
Woke up drunk at 10 a.m.—we gon' do this shit again
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
