(SE) running red lights

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

Oh, she can see the half smile that crosses his face – and she swallows it down as he finishes his water and she lifts her own glass to her lips, downing the contents though it has little affect on her. She’s not drunk, but pleasantly content, enough so that her hands are warm and there’s the briefest flush of red to her neck and her cheeks as she watches him when he speaks. She steals the paper again, twirling the pen in her hands as she goes to write on it. I heavily doubt that. You live here after all. She replies, underlining ‘here’ with a swift stroke.

But as for the comment of the ningos, she makes a dramatic show of sighing – a brief pout crossing her face, puffing her lips out a bit as she regards him again. There’s a bit of a narrowing of her gaze as she considers him and continues to write on the paper. Ugh, fine. A pause as she considers what else to add, pen lifting to tap against her chin as she thinks on it. Know of anything else to do for entertainment? She slides the paper back, folding her hands beneath her chin and peering up at him with an amused look.

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