see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
Of all the bombs you drop upon him, of course he settles on the last. Should have slid it in casually and hoped he didn't notice, but no, you had to make a big deal out of it, leave it there like blood in the water. Of course he sinks his teeth right into it. Motherfucking shark.
"You're not s'posed t'do anythin' with it," you growl sullenly, "An' I sure as hell don' need yer approval t'be fuckin' someone." Still you don't meet his eyes, instead scowling at the barrel and snatching the fork back, hoping the food you shovel into your mouth will mask the flush on your cheeks.
You swallow it down before looking back up, your face at least somewhat composed. "There's more important shit than my sex life goin' on," you remind him, desperate to change the subject. "Sea panther. Plague. Hanged Man bein' trashed. Get yer head outta th'gutter, kid."
"You're not s'posed t'do anythin' with it," you growl sullenly, "An' I sure as hell don' need yer approval t'be fuckin' someone." Still you don't meet his eyes, instead scowling at the barrel and snatching the fork back, hoping the food you shovel into your mouth will mask the flush on your cheeks.
You swallow it down before looking back up, your face at least somewhat composed. "There's more important shit than my sex life goin' on," you remind him, desperate to change the subject. "Sea panther. Plague. Hanged Man bein' trashed. Get yer head outta th'gutter, kid."
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