rongs (rongs) wrote in drawpoints, @ 2015-06-14 13:02:00 |
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“I hate you,” Xu muttered into her sweat soaked towel. “You are the worst. The absolute worst. I gave it up ages ago and I can’t believe you!” Nida snorted in disbelief, punctuating her speech with a jab of his grimy hand into her elbow. “Have I finally taken that coveted position away from Casey? I feel super honoured.” “You should,” She countered, pointing to her face, where a fresh bruise was blossoming right on the apple of her cheek. She was going to take a break but now she stank to the island closest to heaven and back and she wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and wash the remnants of bug juices, blood and what have you off her. “Come on, Xu, one didn’t hurt and you barely took a puff.” “It’s not the smoking; everytime I go with you and take one I swear to Hyne something--” “--It’s not my fault that Grat came out of nowhere!” “I swear it must be your flippin’ cigs! And now I smell like one!” They laughed, dispensing any perceived tension between the two of them. Xu snorted, trooping towards the infirmary so her old friend could get some attention. “And I can’t believe you sprained your wrist after the whole thing was over.” “Would have been more dramatic if it was before,” he agreed, raising a hand to wave. She turned, getting a glimpse of Naomi cranking her hand up, mouthing something to the pilot. Why bother when she was already practically spelling it out for everyone to see? Jeez. “Basement later? Is that what she said? Wait, are you sleeping with her too?” Nida shrugged, reaching into his pocket to fish for another stress relieving treat. “Nah.” “What does she want in the basement?” “I dunno,” He admitted, “Privacy, good times? Maybe I’m just that good in bed... and out of it, hur hur hur.” Xu rolled her eyes. “Kidding, my big judgemental sister, she did want me to go down and help her with something. Can’t remember what but we’ll see. If this wrist isn’t going down then neither am I.” They arrived at the clinic, Nida bumping his good fist into hers in farewell. “Wait for me, my loved one, for I shall return glorious and in the peak of health, riding my majestic--” “Get the hell inside, Nida, I’ll wait for you, jeez.” He clamoured back, closed fist over his heart. “I shall fight for your honour, and venture into the depths of Hell but before that please take this as a--” “Hyne flipping frick,” She grabbed the offending box of cigarettes from his hands, shooing him in. It was times like this she wished she hadn’t come out for a catch up with Nida and stayed in bed. |