08-01-2023, 10:29 PM
“I hate Indian food, but lucky for you, I’m too hungry to be picky,” Rune’s lopsided smirk said she was jabbing as good as she got.
She plopped herself on his couch, legs tucked up under herself and watched him tiddle taddle around his apartment. The tidiness was pretty surprising. He seemed so free and wild underground, but maybe the light of day, or at least the city lights at night, boxed him in a little. Maybe that’s why he roamed the undercity like an escape artist. Otherwise, it seemed like he had money. His place was nice, the bathroom was spotless, and even his sweats were nice. She couldn’t quite figure it out.
She hung out while they waited. They continued to tease, and Rune was growing more comfortable by the minute. She was just being dumb, she told herself, and once a big helping of food was nestled warm in her belly, she was back on the couch sipping at a take-away cup of a strawberry milkshake and thinking about when he was going to kick her out.
“Thanks again for all the grub. Even the slop was good,” she slurped at the straw, but the milkshake had gone hard and it was getting harder and harder to suck up the good stuff.
Looking around again, her curiosity was getting the better of her. "So are you like part of the mafia or something? Ain't nobody this rich and got all day to run around the undercity killing giant bats just for fun."
She plopped herself on his couch, legs tucked up under herself and watched him tiddle taddle around his apartment. The tidiness was pretty surprising. He seemed so free and wild underground, but maybe the light of day, or at least the city lights at night, boxed him in a little. Maybe that’s why he roamed the undercity like an escape artist. Otherwise, it seemed like he had money. His place was nice, the bathroom was spotless, and even his sweats were nice. She couldn’t quite figure it out.
She hung out while they waited. They continued to tease, and Rune was growing more comfortable by the minute. She was just being dumb, she told herself, and once a big helping of food was nestled warm in her belly, she was back on the couch sipping at a take-away cup of a strawberry milkshake and thinking about when he was going to kick her out.
“Thanks again for all the grub. Even the slop was good,” she slurped at the straw, but the milkshake had gone hard and it was getting harder and harder to suck up the good stuff.
Looking around again, her curiosity was getting the better of her. "So are you like part of the mafia or something? Ain't nobody this rich and got all day to run around the undercity killing giant bats just for fun."