Re: hookerville: jack & destiny
[She made an agreeable sound, a hmm at his promised docility. It was just a sound, barely requiring any breath at all while she chartered crisp bacon from pan to plate with that pair of wooden chopsticks. It he pulled up the surface, thumbed past her natural pleasantry and the whole bizarrely domestic situation, yes, it'd been a mocking sound. Yeah, right.
Her back was to him like a sign of trust in this small space when she went about slicing the tomato with a knife that was dull enough to make the task difficult. The tomato, rather than ending up slices, became rather butchered, but she supposed that it would still taste the same.
She lit the half of a joint with flame from the stove, and looked at him again.] Don't interrogate me... [Because she didn't know how else to explain it, and she didn't think she needed to. He knew what.]