She’s exhausted and if she actually looked she was pretty sure her bruises had bruises. With a groan she flopped herself down on top of him, frowning as bruises got pushed in the process. “I quit. I’m going back to being a villain — they at least gave you recoup time....” she’s joking (mostly) and snuggles closer. “If anyone asks we are dead.”
he’d found a nice little nook in one of the alleys to hide away while cy dealt with the clean up. cinderblock always came with a lot of… uh. damage. the big boulder made pot holes whenever he walked in the street. it’s a wonder most of the block is still intact after all that.
beast boy lets his head drop back against the brick, huffing out a breath and pulling his knees up a bit more to better rest his forearms atop them. he’s just about to close his eyes–take a moment to clear out all the sensory clutter scrambling up his brain–when a weight drops against his side and onto his shoulder.
he stiffens, ears lifting and eyes widening as he glances down at jinx. she mutters about returning to villainy ( albeit, given her tone, she’s pulling his leg ), and curls closer. and all he can do is just. stare at her. stare at her and slowly, but all too clearly, realize how warm his face and neck have gotten. because he likes this. …he hadn’t thought of how much he would… like this.
quickly, he snaps his gaze to the wall across from them. his entire body has gone a bit stiff–like the smallest movement might snap her out of whatever safety she’s found and she’ll get up and walk away. somehow, he manages a ( somewhat ) convening chuckle, and he presses his head against the brick again.
❛ heh! play dead. right. i-i can do that! i can totally play dead. ❜
he needed to stop talking before he went down the idiot trail.
❛ yep. totally dead. …not even an opossum, but dead. ❜
