[she's a cat under his thumb, claws tearing into his skin and leaving lines of red along his arm. he doesn't blink when she spits at him, but he does flash a toothy grin. blood splatters and speckles his face, but he keeps her trapped against the door, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her neck.
when she takes his shirt, he shoulders up beside her so she can't get a kick in while he reaches into her back pocket to pull out his gift. it is a gift to him, one she should always be bringing back.]
Milk's under my bed.
[sweet release! not without one last shove against the door, though. then he's seemingly waving her off, giving her back a hefty pat.]
I didn't take your bag, by the way. [lighting up, cigarette held between two fingers when he inhales.] Some guy did.
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when she takes his shirt, he shoulders up beside her so she can't get a kick in while he reaches into her back pocket to pull out his gift. it is a gift to him, one she should always be bringing back.]
Milk's under my bed.
[sweet release! not without one last shove against the door, though. then he's seemingly waving her off, giving her back a hefty pat.]
I didn't take your bag, by the way. [lighting up, cigarette held between two fingers when he inhales.] Some guy did.