𝖍𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞.

⠀ ❛ 𝓲 turned around , there was ⠀ nothing there … yeah, 𝓲 guess ⠀ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝓮𝒏𝒅 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. ❜ ⠀

i could kiII someone for a smoke right about now .

what's one more scar for the count, really ? ( still, she snorts at the enthusiasm. hallie takes the bottle and the tissue, pouring water to wash away any dirt and, with a pained hiss, presses the tissue against the scrape. ) ah, fucker - ! ow.

oh, yeah, if he wants to go the extra mile, that'd be great. she'd appreciate it.

( ignoring tennis practice - )

eh ... she'll be fine. it's merely a scrape. she could use some water, though, to clean it up better. he got any ?

( hmph. she sits on the stairs leading the girls' dorm, patching up her bloodied knee. fuming. fuckin' cracked pavement. )

sobered up enough to make it to class, only fifteen or so minutes late. that's fine. at least she showed up.

🍃🍃

sitting on chairs normally is, like, almost physically painful. how do you people do it

she's definitely not thinking about stupid men anymore.

yeah. we can. gladly. ( her gaze flits between bianca's eyes and that grin of hers, and hallie is glad to get a taste of it. she meets her halfway, lips slotting against hers easily, curved up in a smile. )

there's the other thing … men so rarely ask. they simply assume. ( a faint smile tugs at her lips, head inclined slightly to the side as she regards her. ) you have permission. ~

;

oh, s'that so ~ ? ( perhaps she takes a step or two closer. ) consider me curious.

mm. any idea where to find a woman open to such a thing ~ ?

valid. maybe i should try that.

genuinely. almost distressing.

the fact that i still like men is proof sexuality ain't no choice

i run on hatred and nicotine.