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“i don’t miss that, at all, mister,” she said, rolling her eyes. it was weird, though, she hadn’t really minded that much. before becoming friends with amiri, the idea of someone seeing her like that (a lil ugly, unguarded) made her extremely anxious, but she didn’t really care that much with him. it mostly made her laugh every time she opened his phone, though she usually yelled and tried to get him to change it. at his words, mia smirked. “i mean, dailymail is the worst of it, honestly,” she mused. “also, it’s not like anyone thinks that shit they read on dailymail is true, so.” she gestured lamely to the air with her free hand, the other one fiddling with the joints on miri’s fingers. “running is cardio, though,” she said, furrowing her eyebrows, “you wouldn’t make up for it by… never mind.”
miri was smirking, “now i have to put it back. you know that, right?” with his free hand, he tucked his phone under his leg, just to prevent mia from grabbing it. all he had now was a normal iphone background, and he’d be lying if he claimed to not miss looking at mia’s face, no matter how horrible the picture was. “bleh,” miri audibly groaned, trying to shake off the idea of the tabloids all together. with his eyes still closed, amiri began to laugh. “who said i was going to walk in with you?” he moved suddenly, bringing his arm up and wrapping it around her shoulders, only to bring her in closer, his arm closing in around her neck in a loose choke hold. “you’re a great dead weight. when i used you instead of dumbbells in that crappy hotel it was perfect. and fucking hilarious.” he let go of the hold but kept his arm over her.