rocioparadiso:
In of course, the most mature fashion possible, Rocio pulled a face, tongue sticking out as she made a noise similar to retching. “Stop talking forever.” She held her hand up in the air in front of his face, as if trying to block him out for a moment, before she reached for a drink in the fridge herself. “I don’t get the point of drinking this stuff,” she told him, holding the bottle out to him so he could open her cap up. “People don’t actually drink it for the taste, right?”
Ned pretended to lock his lips together and throw away the key, stepping back when Rocio shifted to get her own drink. He grabbed a beer and shut the fridge, pausing briefly to listen to footsteps that sounded like they were coming for the kitchen before turning a different direction, and then reached to uncap Rocio’s drink. He did it with his hands, which was a cool thing he hadn’t been able to do as a human. Ned shrugged. She’d told him not to speak, hadn’t she?
Casually, he opened his own beer bottle and took a swig from it.

















