searching intensely through various poetry books, in hope of finding anything to pass time before she can return to her safe haven; though this place was once a REFUGE, the girl losing herself amongst different worlds, tonight it feels like a prison — and her cellmate couldn’t be any more pleasant. anger towards him has long dissipated, replaced with shame for her dramatics and verbal attack. but facing him would mean APOLOGIZING, again, and she’s terribly against it. startled when he calls out to her, she pops out from a corner and peers at him for the first time in weeks. “you’re an ass,” she replies, matter-of-factly. book in hand, she sits on an empty chair a few feet away, and sighs. “but i guess so am i.” from the beginning, his openness and nonchalant attitude set her off, shedding away carefully placed layers of kindness to find at the core a BITTER person, a result of years that had nothing do with him— and the easiest way to deal with it was to blame everything on the man, rather than face herself. “and if you’re waiting to hear anything specific from me, you won’t,” she says, looking down at randomly opened page. “i’m over it.”
he nearly laughs when she calls him an ass, welcomes the FAMILIAR title with ease & a small shrug of his shoulders. jay sets down the book he’s been pretending to be into in the past hour to give his FULL attention to the femme. ‘ maybe. ’ he chuckles softly, long digits playing with the old, used up cover of a magazine laying on the table. he keeps quiet for a minute, dark gaze shifting between the wall clock on mina before he replies. ‘ i’m not quite EXPECTING anything, i just thought it would be considerable less uncomfortable for both of us to work together if someone broke the ice. ’ jay says, tilting his head to the side. ‘ good. i just hope i eased some STRESS & you won’t attack the next guy get with, too. ’ he teases, a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.
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