CJ giggled slightly at the idea of being called ‘grass’, and had to bite her tongue to keep her from asking more about his mother. She seemed like an interesting character, and CJ was curious about where she went. He had said that she’d ‘ditched’ them, which implied that she hadn’t died. Unless he was phobic of the word ‘died’. But his tone and word choices had implied to CJ that he didn’t want to go into it, and she wasn’t about to push those boundaries for more information, no matter how curious she was. Especially since she had no desire to share her own family history with this virtual stranger.
“Okay,” she said simply, and took his offered hand with a grimace. Not because of the action, but because her own were sticky and the feeling was less than pleasant. She walked with him to the edge of the water, still burning with a curiosity she refused to give voice to, and washed her hands in the cool liquid, smiling as she shook most of the water off, before once more using her dress, this time to dry them. She studied him again for a few moments. He was attractive, clean-cut, and had been overall quite nice. She cautiously liked him, but didn’t really expect to see him again after they parted ways.
“I should probably go home.” She said, as if she had an actual home to go to. He didn’t know otherwise, and she wasn’t going to fill him in on it. “I want to get a few hours of sleep before work tonight.” Maybe she’d drop by Mal’s place, take a shower and sleep in a bed. She wasn’t sure if he’d be home, it would depend on his own hours, but she knew he didn’t mind when she popped in unexpectedly. She pursed her lips for a few moments, still considering Nocturne Moonlight Ballad with a frankness that could be uncomfortable. “Thanks for the ice-cream.”
“Okay,” she said simply, and took his offered hand with a grimace. Not because of the action, but because her own were sticky and the feeling was less than pleasant. She walked with him to the edge of the water, still burning with a curiosity she refused to give voice to, and washed her hands in the cool liquid, smiling as she shook most of the water off, before once more using her dress, this time to dry them. She studied him again for a few moments. He was attractive, clean-cut, and had been overall quite nice. She cautiously liked him, but didn’t really expect to see him again after they parted ways.
“I should probably go home.” She said, as if she had an actual home to go to. He didn’t know otherwise, and she wasn’t going to fill him in on it. “I want to get a few hours of sleep before work tonight.” Maybe she’d drop by Mal’s place, take a shower and sleep in a bed. She wasn’t sure if he’d be home, it would depend on his own hours, but she knew he didn’t mind when she popped in unexpectedly. She pursed her lips for a few moments, still considering Nocturne Moonlight Ballad with a frankness that could be uncomfortable. “Thanks for the ice-cream.”
