HE SAT BACK, relaxed and put his feet up on the coffee table, obviously way too comfortable. he almost couldn’t help it, judy’s 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 couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction to the thoughts he gave on public sex, he obviously – or maybe not-so-obviously – hadn’t 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. “i think the danger of ‘what if someone sees you’ is kinda the point, is it not? i wouldn’t know,” 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. “you scaled the bathroom sink just to kill a harmless bug? what’s wrong with you?!” he feigned shock. “an innocent creature! you know judy, i’m shocked.” 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 might’ve been coming. “are you okay now, though? you could’ve just asked me, dumbass. i would’ve set him free ethically and you wouldn’t be in this mess!” he smirked.
judy’s 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 she’d never done before ), before returning her focus to their conversation. “ew, is that the point? that’s not fun, that’s just.. anxiety-inducing. and illegal! i mean... ugh.” she scrunched her nose up in disgust before laughing. when she woke up this morning, she definitely didn’t think she’d be talking to her neighbor about this. judy scoffed, pretending to be more offended by his comment. “what’s wrong with me? what’s wrong with you!” she laughed, shaking her head. he was a funny guy, that’s for sure. maybe that’s why she enjoyed his company and looked past his, uh, profession of sorts. “listen, i already said that i’m not good at asking for help. second of all, if it was a cute little bug, it’s life would’ve been spared. it was big and gross and it wasn’t 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.” she teased, nudging his shoulder. “yeah, i’m fine, thanks. the bruising faded after a couple of days.” she laughed at her own mistake, it was dumb, truly. even though the pain was bad at first, she’d found herself laughing even as she leaned against her newly-broken sink after it’d happened. “okay, 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 wouldn’t make fun of me? you so would!"