“ and so what if i want to go home and finish my project ? what’re you gonna do ? murder me in my sleep ? “ now in the second day, the carnival has fulfilled all of jax’s wishes. cotton candy, rollercoasters, stall games; he did it all. his drafting table continues to call to him, his bed beckoning him with its soft warmth. being boring is his strength, but adelaide is constantly there to shatter his dreams. as if on cue, while his attention was fixed on his friend, wondering if she would murder him in his sleep, he crosses paths with a metal pole. he feels a strong pressure-filled-pain in his nose, hand moving to wipe what he assumes is snot. spoiler: it’s not. “ you gave me a fucking nose bleed, addie ??? see, if i stayed home, i’d be perfectly safe without a nose bleed. “ unsure of how to proceed, he slides off his flannel to use as a tissue.
“i haven’t killed anyone with it, yet,” she replies, nonchalant, as she flips her hair over her shoulder, as she rolls her eyes at him. that is to say, however, it isn’t like she hasn’t gotten close to doing so. she sees the pole before he does, and it happens too quick for her to warn, though, by the time it does, she’s resisting the urge to laugh, a bit of schadenfreude for her. “okay, eleven, don’t be such a big baby,” she scolds, already reaching into her purse to grab the pack of tissues she carries within it. “here you go, doofus, apply pressure and lean forward. christ, i can’t take you anywhere, can i?” she’s glanced at him and is already looking for something to do as if there night was really over because he said it was. “come on, walk and pinch, bitch, we’re going to get some lemonade, and you’re going to watch where you’re going.”