there's an ease to the infiltration. the one he's made into her life. in the same way the joint passes between them, taking it away for a moment just to give it back. she's accepted it, she's encouraged it. if she was foolish, she'd fall completely into it. but he's left once, or twice. so, she's matched it. and that is where she stood again, ready to run, for no other reason than she feared it was rounding the time where he would. “ 'm more of a buttercup, ” eyes slithered into a squint, “ but you tell me which you're into more, lara croft or blossom? ” right leg stretched out to meet the base of his thigh, foot digging into it as she retaliates for the comment against the prowlers. but, still, at the order, she twists. the smart thing to do would be to sit up right and rummage through the glovebox in a proper form. instead body remains on top of smooth leather, upper half leaning out the seat while she carelessly sifted through the area. one wrong turn, an abrupt stop, and she's not sure what would become of her. the cheesy manufactured card stands out in the darkness, different than the previous year, revealing it knowing she'll find some prewritten message and a couple of creased bills. “ don't need this, ” leaning forward, slipping the folded cash into the front pocket of denim jeans, “ but, thank you, ” because she knows it's not some throw away action. he isn't absolving himself of having to pick a gift, he just wants to provide her the way of being able to decide for herself. understood, but unwelcome. only when she returns to read the authored words, another act she does because she's aware he picked it out deliberately, does she notice the written ones on the side. a glance sideways, wondering if his attention is on the road before them or on her. hopes its the latter, orbs tattooing each hand written word behind eyelids. maybe he had learned something from the last year. doesn't allow herself to question whether he meant any of the words, whether they were added with intention or in passing. it's enough to become rooted. “ yeah, 's better than a goat, ” another red light and she finds herself straddling his lap, treating the ride and his body like a playground. danger to her actions, to her words when she asks, “ not gonna say it twice, huh? ”
