[ God. How is it that whenever Rachel follows up on her stupid play-flirting, it stops sounding stupid, like, right there on the spot? Chloe started this, she's not supposed to be getting all fluttery and junk. Not fair.
Biting on her lip through a dumb grin, she shuffles outside after Rachel. But not before putting some sandals on, thank you very much. It's dark, and she's stepped in way too much shit over the years -- figurative and otherwise -- to be taking that risk.
Her head's still a little hazed over and her body's heavy from sleep, but the outside air enlivens her; it's fresh and crisp without being too chilly, brushing her skin and filling her lungs. She finds herself feeling more and more alert as they head down to the shore, footsteps growing brisker, until she's no longer lagging after Rachel but walking side-on with her.
This means she can butt their shoulders with very little effort, which Chloe, of course, does. ]
You know what, it's nice out. I'm less pissed at you than I expected so far.
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Biting on her lip through a dumb grin, she shuffles outside after Rachel. But not before putting some sandals on, thank you very much. It's dark, and she's stepped in way too much shit over the years -- figurative and otherwise -- to be taking that risk.
Her head's still a little hazed over and her body's heavy from sleep, but the outside air enlivens her; it's fresh and crisp without being too chilly, brushing her skin and filling her lungs. She finds herself feeling more and more alert as they head down to the shore, footsteps growing brisker, until she's no longer lagging after Rachel but walking side-on with her.
This means she can butt their shoulders with very little effort, which Chloe, of course, does. ]
You know what, it's nice out. I'm less pissed at you than I expected so far.