Re: In-person: Shane/Clementine
[It was too fucking white inside, yeah? Shane was glad for his fucking sunglasses, despite the early hour. He swore as Clementine pressed her mouth to his shoulder, stepping over the threshold and beginning up the stairs. He tried to be steady, but there wasn't much he could do about the seesaw motion of a body going up the stretch of a staircase, no matter how fucking expensive and well put together it was.
Okay.
But, the world wasn't ending, yeah? Shitty, maybe. Maybe she'd fucking spew up all over him. But the world, as ever, would go on. That was worse, to Shane's mind.
Still, they made it to the top and the fucking britelite apartment spread out with tall ceilings and artfully sparse furniture. Shane went in search of the bathroom, and thankfully, found it soon enough. He grunted as he crouched to set Clementine against the cold tiles in front of the toilet.]