[ Sharon keeps watching Jinx even when she deliberately looks away, eyes fixed stubbornly on the wall. In some small way, Sharon understands. She's waiting for the other shoe to drop, because it always does. Everything always, always goes wrong. The second things feel steady, the moment you start thinking this is it, the world comes crashing down and grinds that feeling into dust.
Jinx can't trust calm. Not when it's always been a lie before. ]
Okay, first of all, I wouldn't invite someone over just to kill them. [ Dry and earnest. ] I can't trash the townhouse. I think Freddie would completely lose his mind if I did. [ All that blood, all that mess, and no easy way to clean it up. Then she tilts her head, a glint of mischief cutting through the seriousness. ] But if you want, we could shake things up a bit. I'm pretty sure I've still got a good argument in me about how you hate spaghettios.
[she answers a little too quickly and drastic, and she whisks her head around to face her friend again, but there is gentleness smoothing graciously along her skin.]
No.
[jinx repeats the word in a tone that parrots her features this time, clutching onto sharon's nightshirt and forcing her to move in her desired direction. if she lets her, her friend will be on top now, giving her the opportunity to view jinx from a whole different perspective rather than the reversal.]
I'm done arguing with people. Even if it's over spaghettios, I wanna take a break.
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Jinx can't trust calm. Not when it's always been a lie before. ]
Okay, first of all, I wouldn't invite someone over just to kill them. [ Dry and earnest. ] I can't trash the townhouse. I think Freddie would completely lose his mind if I did. [ All that blood, all that mess, and no easy way to clean it up. Then she tilts her head, a glint of mischief cutting through the seriousness. ] But if you want, we could shake things up a bit. I'm pretty sure I've still got a good argument in me about how you hate spaghettios.
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[she answers a little too quickly and drastic, and she whisks her head around to face her friend again, but there is gentleness smoothing graciously along her skin.]
No.
[jinx repeats the word in a tone that parrots her features this time, clutching onto sharon's nightshirt and forcing her to move in her desired direction. if she lets her, her friend will be on top now, giving her the opportunity to view jinx from a whole different perspective rather than the reversal.]
I'm done arguing with people. Even if it's over spaghettios, I wanna take a break.