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@delysiaharper-blog
Liv stopped as she entered the hallway, blinking a few times at the girl who spoke. She was clearly crying. “Right…. in a hallyway?” she rose an eyebrow.
“Pretty certain there’s a cooking class here somewhere in this building. Fumes must have...” Delysia waved her hand. “filtered out or something.”
“I think that we cry only when we are the ones choppin’ it, but I could be wrong, I think that if ya gets close enough ya can too” he told her “Though I feel like ya cryin’ has nothin’ ta do with choppin’ onions”
“Really? I didn’t know that...” Delysia sniffled and tucked her hair behind her ear. “It might as well be because of onions, honestly... That’s a more excusable reason anyway.”
Max noticed the girl was crying, and crouched in front of her. “Looks like they were some strong onions.”
Delysia chuckled weakly and wiped at her eyes again, making sure not to smear her eyeliner. “Big ones, too, apparently.”
J shook her head. I understand. What class? Maybe I can help?
It’s a film studies class. Should have been super simple but I don’t know. Guess not. Delysia frowned and downed the rest of her drink before waving the waitress down for another. Anyway, she signed, turning back to J. What are you up to tonight?
J set her glass down and sat back, frowning gently at the girl. Yeah, I know the feeling. Did something happen, or…?
It’s just been one of those weeks. Delysia tried to pass it off with a small smile. Didn’t do too hot on a test and so I feel like a failure.
J grinned. Gotcha. She sat back, taking a sip of her cocktail. What’s up?
Delysia shrugged and looked back down at her drink, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before signing. Ever... feel like everything you do doesn’t matter?
J had smiled, and understood everything until she got to the nickname. She frowned, signing. I didn’t get that last part.
Delysia chuckled at herself and took another drink before signing back, making sure to spell out the nickname. It’s what I call almost everyone. That and toots. It’s a pain to try and sign, though.
Delysia wiped at her eyes quickly and looked up at whoever entered the hallway. “Someone must be chopping onions nearby or something...” she mumbled even though she knew it didn’t make sense.
J made her way across the bar, drink in hand, until she came to a table where someone was sitting alone. “Is this seat taken?” she asked.
Delysia looked up and flashed J a smile before shaking her head. “It is now. How you been, chickylala?”
‘’honestly, if there’s one thing i really hate.. it’s hospitals.’’ he muttered, arms folding over his chest as he looked down.
“I feel you, toots. They remind me of nothing good.”
“Oh, lavender’s mine!” AJ piped, grinning at the other’s admission. “Exactly like everyone knows cuddles are the safest, purest thing on this planet. The only thing that would help is if we had a couple of puppies to shield us from the evil.”
Delysia laughed and nodded. “What kind of puppies, though? Because... I mean, obviously all puppies are cute, but certain breeds make better shields from evil... like...” She paused and tapped her chin in thought. “Corgi’s are obviously better equipped for shielding than say... chihuahuas...”
“Maybe – I don’t know. I’ve been takin’ it easy since I got back.”
“Hmm... I could put on my psychologist’s hat and pull out Freud’s book and tell you it’s probably something to do with repressed sexual urges for your father, if you’d like?”
“I guess so,” they chuckled breathlessly. “Although I think that’s the most of a workout I’ve done in like, years.” they told the other. “Sia, girl, we gotta go out together sometime.”
Delysia laughed and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to get the tangles out. “Obviously! What are you doing tonight? There’s this kickass rave I’m going to if you’re interested.”
“Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll return it.”
“Well, since you asked nicely!” Delysia smiled, cupped Prim’s chin in her hand and pressed her lips against the other girl’s gently.
“Together, we could do anything.”
“We could be an unstoppable duo. Rule the school and all that jazz.”
Delysia Harper as Jessica Jones
“I think I’d want a chandelier made out of something unique, like amethyst. That’d be really beautiful,” he hummed thoughtfully, reaching for a piece of fruit for himself. “A long endeavor that would only be made bearable with cuddles of course,” AJ beamed, plopping back onto the couch.
“That would be gorgeous! Purple’s my favorite color, though, so I may be a tiny bit biased.” She popped a berry in her mouth and smiled, humming happily. “Of course. Also this way if either of us get scared, then we will be cuddly and safe.”
