Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Clementine M/Shane A
[Conquests was not a word Shane got, yeah? He didn't think about shit that way. But he'd learned a long fucking time ago sex was something different for him than it was most other people, so it was whatever. No sense thinking about it really. It got you nowhere, and there were better things to do, like fucking watch TV.—The man's boots went still in frost-hard mud when Clementine stalled next to him, her smile like some sad fucking marionette thing on her face.
Shane's expression was as bored as it always was, eyebrows only quirking for half a second before falling back to nothing.] Yeah, okay, Peaches. [His hand itched for a cigarette, but he didn't listen to it. Instead, he started moving again toward the lake.]