Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them
When Noe returned, the stranger was sitting on a crate outside the clinic where she'd left him, and after shoving the flask into his hands, she sat next to him on the box, nudging him over gently until she had room, too. She'd never been one to worry too much about physical space, and if she was going to get the kid's life story, she might as well be comfortable while she listened.
But whatever she was expecting, it wasn't... all of that. As she listened, her brows rose higher and higher, and when he was done, she simply stared at him for a moment, nonplussed. "Um, yeah, I'd get drunk and punch a guy, too," she said after a moment, drawing herself up. It didn't matter that she didn't know this boy from any other stranger on the street; she'd taken him under her wing for now, so he was going to get all of her friendship. At least until she knew he'd be okay.
"And why not talk?" she asked. "Seems like maybe you need a little more talking. Drink and talk, don't drink and fight," she advised. "Or, well, I should probably say not to drink, but fuck that, right?" She flicked her long, dark hair over her shoulder, crossing her legs in front of her and leaning her head on her hand, elbow resting on her knee.
"Look, I don't know you, but that's seriously a lot of shit, you know? Sounds like your girlfriend had her own issues to sort out, so it seems to me like you might be better off now. Same with the family - if they don't want to stick around, then fuck 'em. Sometimes the better family is family that you choose, yeah?" She didn't know what to say about people dying, so she skipped over that; maybe that was something better forgotten, anyway. "And, I mean, you're allowed to be angry, you know? Everybody gets angry sometimes."
But whatever she was expecting, it wasn't... all of that. As she listened, her brows rose higher and higher, and when he was done, she simply stared at him for a moment, nonplussed. "Um, yeah, I'd get drunk and punch a guy, too," she said after a moment, drawing herself up. It didn't matter that she didn't know this boy from any other stranger on the street; she'd taken him under her wing for now, so he was going to get all of her friendship. At least until she knew he'd be okay.
"And why not talk?" she asked. "Seems like maybe you need a little more talking. Drink and talk, don't drink and fight," she advised. "Or, well, I should probably say not to drink, but fuck that, right?" She flicked her long, dark hair over her shoulder, crossing her legs in front of her and leaning her head on her hand, elbow resting on her knee.
"Look, I don't know you, but that's seriously a lot of shit, you know? Sounds like your girlfriend had her own issues to sort out, so it seems to me like you might be better off now. Same with the family - if they don't want to stick around, then fuck 'em. Sometimes the better family is family that you choose, yeah?" She didn't know what to say about people dying, so she skipped over that; maybe that was something better forgotten, anyway. "And, I mean, you're allowed to be angry, you know? Everybody gets angry sometimes."
Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie
They say looks can kill and I might try
They say looks can kill and I might try
Noe
