|
Post by Ayu on Feb 7, 2009 23:09:56 GMT -5
"Your idea," Lizzie reminded her, regaining her balance and slipping her way over to sit on the edge of the roof.
|
|
|
Post by jen on Feb 7, 2009 23:11:40 GMT -5
Clyde continued to pace, resting her hands on the back of her head. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly before looking at her. "What do you want from me?" she finally asked, "and don't say nothing. because if it was nothing, you'd be in your room, asleep right now..."
|
|
|
Post by Ayu on Feb 7, 2009 23:14:41 GMT -5
Lizzie shrugged. "You invited me. What is it you want from me?"
|
|
|
Post by jen on Feb 7, 2009 23:16:34 GMT -5
"Well, you didn't have to accept." Clyde argued, looking at her and shrugging, "Trying to find even ground?"
|
|
|
Post by Ayu on Feb 7, 2009 23:18:49 GMT -5
"I don't know. Are you?" Lizzie countered. "I hardly solicited your invitation."
|
|
|
Post by jen on Feb 7, 2009 23:19:56 GMT -5
"well. I guess it comes down to this then." Clyde said, deciding to finish the argument. "You have my box of cigarettes, you had their fate."
|
|
|
Post by Ayu on Feb 7, 2009 23:23:01 GMT -5
Lizzie grinned. She'd forgotten about that. She reached into the pocket and took out the packet, shaking out one cigarette, which she shredded between sharp nails.
|
|
|
Post by jen on Feb 7, 2009 23:24:29 GMT -5
clyde grimaced slightly, rubbing her temples. She did the math, there was four left if she hadn't smoked or destroyed one when Clyde wasn't paying attention. Looking drearily at Lizzie she sighed, "Go to bed?" she offered, not sure how to get her cigarettes back, but assuming that wouldn't happen anyway.
|
|
|
Post by Ayu on Feb 7, 2009 23:28:45 GMT -5
Her eyes not leaving Clyde's, Lizzie took another and clamped it between her teeth. "No. I'm happy where I am."
|
|
|
Post by jen on Feb 7, 2009 23:31:16 GMT -5
"You're content with being drunk, sitting out in below freezing weather, with your biggest enemy while smoking a cancer stick? You're a strange, strange girl..." Clyde said, putting her hands in her pockets,
|
|
|
Post by Ayu on Feb 13, 2009 17:40:02 GMT -5
Lizzie shrugged. "You're content with being drunk, standing out in below-freezing weather, watching your biggest enemy smoke a cancer stick? You're even stranger, sweetie."
|
|
|
Post by jen on Feb 14, 2009 0:30:41 GMT -5
"You're not my biggest enemy, don't flatter yourself." Clyde said curtly, watching her carefully, "And as for being drunk; what do you think i do in my free time? Here's a hint, It's not reading."
She fisted her hands to keep her fingers warm, watching her breath for a moment before looking at Clyde. What did Lizzie want...or need? probably nothing Clyde could offer. She rejected any other spiteful comments that came to mind, simply saying:
"did i earn my cigarettes back?"
|
|
|
Post by Ayu on Feb 16, 2009 17:59:36 GMT -5
Lizzie just smirked. "Exactly. You're not my biggest enemy, being drunk is a lot more fun than it looked, and as for the cold, hey, I'm Scottish." With that, she turned her attention back to the box of cigarettes. "You can have them back if you don't make me go back to my room to listen to Miss Airhead Anna Grimm natter on about her bloody love life."
|
|
|
Post by jen on Feb 16, 2009 18:29:05 GMT -5
Clyde sighed as Lizzie justified everything. She rubbed her temples in circles as she listened to Lizzie's demands, licking her lips against the cold and raising her gaze to the building itself. "What do you propose i do then? Kick Mei out of her room?" Clyde snorted, "She isn't going to be staying with me."
Clyde hesitated, clawing a hand through her hair. "You can stay in my room, alright?" she then held her hand out for the cigarettes.
|
|