HE SAT BACK, relaxed and put his feet up on the coffee table, obviously way too comfortable. he almost couldnât help it, judyâs apartment looked so similar to his in its shape and size and even had similar furniture placed in the same spots, so it felt just like his own place that was across the hall⊠only a whole lot cleaner and tidier. he couldnât help but chuckle at her reaction to the thoughts he gave on public sex, he obviously â or maybe not-so-obviously â hadnât done it (did that one time with an ex-fling in a bathroom at a house party count?) but judy was too easy to wind up. âi think the danger of âwhat if someone sees youâ is kinda the point, is it not? i wouldnât know,â he laughed. having someone so lawful and morally correct as a friend made for some pretty funny conversations and interactions, just like the one they were having. âyou scaled the bathroom sink just to kill a harmless bug? whatâs wrong with you?!â he feigned shock. âan innocent creature! you know judy, iâm shocked.â he laughed even further before leaning his head back on her sofa and removing his feet from the coffee table, sensing that a good telling-off mightâve been coming. âare you okay now, though? you couldâve just asked me, dumbass. i wouldâve set him free ethically and you wouldnât be in this mess!â he smirked.
judyâs eyes glanced to the coffee table that now had his feet resting upon it, but she decided it was no big deal, she could wipe it down later. what the hell, right? she put her own feet up on the table ( something sheâd never done before ), before returning her focus to their conversation. âew, is that the point? thatâs not fun, thatâs just.. anxiety-inducing. and illegal! i mean... ugh.â she scrunched her nose up in disgust before laughing. when she woke up this morning, she definitely didnât think sheâd be talking to her neighbor about this. judy scoffed, pretending to be more offended by his comment. âwhatâs wrong with me? whatâs wrong with you!â she laughed, shaking her head. he was a funny guy, thatâs for sure. maybe thatâs why she enjoyed his company and looked past his, uh, profession of sorts. âlisten, i already said that iâm not good at asking for help. second of all, if it was a cute little bug, itâs life wouldâve been spared. it was big and gross and it wasnât innocent, mike, it was trespassing, which is a crime. in fact, did i invite you in? maybe i should arrest you for trespassing, you jerk.â she teased, nudging his shoulder. âyeah, iâm fine, thanks. the bruising faded after a couple of days.â she laughed at her own mistake, it was dumb, truly. even though the pain was bad at first, sheâd found herself laughing even as she leaned against her newly-broken sink after itâd happened. âokay, if i knocked on your door and asked you to please kill a bug in my bathroom for me, you would actually do it? and you wouldnât make fun of me? you so would!"Â