[Far be it for her to complain about a barechested man in her house, much less on her couch. However, she is going to complain about his feet propped up on her coffee tables. That thing was not only a gift, but a pricy one. No scuff marks her her belongings now.]
Get off. [She smacks the toe of his shoe as she passes by on her way somewhere in the house.] You're gonna mess it up.
Get off. [She smacks the toe of his shoe as she passes by on her way somewhere in the house.] You're gonna mess it up.
Well, if Jimmy wasn't fucking up, maybe he would get a "hi, nice to see you".
[And Angela means that in the most loving of ways, even with a laugh, as she heads into the kitchen, knowing he's following her like an imprinted duck. Pulling open the fridge, she leans down to peer into it, looking for things to throw together for a quick dinner.]
[And Angela means that in the most loving of ways, even with a laugh, as she heads into the kitchen, knowing he's following her like an imprinted duck. Pulling open the fridge, she leans down to peer into it, looking for things to throw together for a quick dinner.]
You'd think Jimmy would stop fucking up, but that's pretty much like getting the devil to go to church on Easter, isn't it?
[There's the slightest arch in her back where his hand runs, a completely instinctual response to lean into his touch.]
Any preferences on chicken or beef? [Angela pulls a plastic container from the back of the fridge and grimaces at it.] Or this thing that's growing new life forms?
[There's the slightest arch in her back where his hand runs, a completely instinctual response to lean into his touch.]
Any preferences on chicken or beef? [Angela pulls a plastic container from the back of the fridge and grimaces at it.] Or this thing that's growing new life forms?
Or annoying, depending on who you ask. Or when you ask me.
[She stands up and chucks the container right into the garbage can and turns to Jimmy.]
Later, I'm not cooking.
[She stands up and chucks the container right into the garbage can and turns to Jimmy.]
Later, I'm not cooking.
It's my good deed of the day.
[And more than just for today. She doesn't wrap her arms around him too, but places a hand on each of his biceps, squeezing slightly.]
And that's exactly why we have aliens in our fridge. We can't eat out all the time.
[And more than just for today. She doesn't wrap her arms around him too, but places a hand on each of his biceps, squeezing slightly.]
And that's exactly why we have aliens in our fridge. We can't eat out all the time.
I say.
[They can, but why should she make it easy for him? Angela's stubborn enough to say no to takeout tonight and no he can't kiss her by playfully ducking her head out of the way.]
Did I give you permission to kiss me?
[They can, but why should she make it easy for him? Angela's stubborn enough to say no to takeout tonight and no he can't kiss her by playfully ducking her head out of the way.]
Did I give you permission to kiss me?
Yes. New rule in this house, along with no feet on the coffee table and no more delivery.
[Each time he catches her to kiss her, she wriggles the other way, never actually trying to get away.]
[Each time he catches her to kiss her, she wriggles the other way, never actually trying to get away.]
[This time, she lets him catch her with his mouth. A soft moan against his lips and she's parting things first.]
And you keep breaking them.
And you keep breaking them.
To keep things nice and tidy?
[How they manage this tit for tat in between kisses is a mystery, but it works and Angela doesn't hesitate sliding her hands up to his shoulders where she drapes her arms. She's the one pulling him closer now.]
I should have known you were bad news.
[How they manage this tit for tat in between kisses is a mystery, but it works and Angela doesn't hesitate sliding her hands up to his shoulders where she drapes her arms. She's the one pulling him closer now.]
I should have known you were bad news.
[Damn him. He's practically going in for the kill here, but Angela's not ready to concede defeat here. She has her own tricks, like threading her fingers through his hair, making sure the edges of her nails scrape against his scalp.]
I have a right to change my mind, you know.
I have a right to change my mind, you know.
The not being good enough bullshit. What? You got a yardstick you pull out and find you're not the right fit? Bullshit, kid. Keep talking like that, keep thinking like that and you'll stay a ripe sack of shit. Life is full of pain and garbage, yeah. There's some pretty damn good stuff. People are like that too.
[It's been real, real hard to keep his cool. Pardon him for being loud at least he hopes deep, deep down.]
You wanna be garbage or good stuff?
[It's been real, real hard to keep his cool. Pardon him for being loud at least he hopes deep, deep down.]
You wanna be garbage or good stuff?
Who the hell do you think you're dealing with? I'd be lucky if all I did was petty theft. I couldn't enlist cuz I already got locked up. I've killed plenty of times. Contract or no. It's not about morals. It's about you and the man you see in the mirror. If you want to feel fucking sorry for yourself, go down hard for that then I dunno what to tell you.
[Jesus. This kid. Just. Breath, Dimmy. Maybe it's a real good thing this is over the phone or else he'd try to shake him until his head sounds like a can with a few marbles in it.
By that logic, White is pretty much dirt. Heh.]
You're a fucking person. You're gonna do low shit. Some people gotta do more than others. If she can't see that then you ever think maybe she ain't good enough herself? What's the point in starting if y'don't think it'd work out?
[Jesus. This kid. Just. Breath, Dimmy. Maybe it's a real good thing this is over the phone or else he'd try to shake him until his head sounds like a can with a few marbles in it.
By that logic, White is pretty much dirt. Heh.]
You're a fucking person. You're gonna do low shit. Some people gotta do more than others. If she can't see that then you ever think maybe she ain't good enough herself? What's the point in starting if y'don't think it'd work out?
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