Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Clementine M/Shane A
[Oh, yeah, real fucking polite. That was Clementine through and through. Ha. Please and thank you weren't shit, yeah? Shane's glare didn't mean much when his temper wasn't behind it. He wasn't fucking psycho like her family was either. (They said their pleases and their thank yous, but they weren't polite.) And any of the younger Alexanders would tell you, Shane was a lot of fucking bark. Not that he didn't bite. Because he did. But, most of the time, it was a show of teeth and nothing more.—He let Clementine lean into him easily and stopped just before the crown of cattails, marshing up, wet.
He glanced down at the woman, pretty as anything, yeah? But looking out over the fucking water like she was some forlorn protagonist in a fucking Austen novel. His eyes matched the boggy green of the ground beneath boots, splashed with sky blue as it bled down in the morning.] You think too much. [Shane shook his head, because he never got that, yeah?] You know, you think the fucking world of yourself or whatever, yeah? Or you did, sometimes still do. And you let Graham's skinny ass talk you out of that with his fucking bullshit. Fuck that. Fuck your fucking sister too. [There was some true bitterness there, but it washed away easy with the sounds of water. Shane tugged Clementine closer.] Graham sees dirt, yeah? Thinks he's seeing every fucking atom in the universe. [He shrugged.] You give him the kid or whatever. I dont get it, but whatever, yeah? Then you shut the fuck up and buy yourself pretty fucking dresses and think you're the fucking sun that rises in the fucking sky.