#omidisweartogod

[omidisweartogod]

Christa laughs, shaking her head and muttering out “God, I love you” as she replied to Ken’s texts. After a moment she looks up to Omid, a confused look on her face. 

"Can..I go drinking with him?”

[na-omid-na-sho]

"Yeah, if you want. I can hold the fort while you're gone, just...don't get too drunk. I mean, if you do, call me, okay? Instead of doing something silly. Or murderous." It's not that he didn't trust her. He just didn't trust the men she would be drinking with. And by that it was just..he didn't trust them to hold her back if she were to suggest they go rob a bank.

[na-omid-na-sho]

"Hey, hon? Ken wants to go out for drinks with you. He told me to tell you." She pauses, typing up a text on her phone. "You're not allowed to, though. Just...telling you."

"Oh all right." He laughed lightly from his own phone, shaking his head. "I didn’t want to go out drinking, anyway. Guy has terrible taste in alcohol and I’ve got better things to do with my time."Maybe he was being harsh, but it’s not like Ken would ever hear him…right?

[omidisweartogod]

[text] can’t be any worse than yours, im sure

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[text] really christa? says the girl who can't take care of her little blondie. that girl is out of control and you don't do shit. YOU R CHANGING THE SUBJECT

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"I'm cold. Come closer."

Fifteen Fluffy One Liners.

"Don't worry."

After being re-united, Kenny almost felt like he had to keep his distance. Just like him, Christa had now lost everything; her child, her boyfriend. It left him with a heavy heart and a lot of empathy. Surely she was hurting, especially after her separation with Clementine. But they got on well despite their issues. Kenny found that as their time together dragged on, they became closer. They trusted each other.

He scooted closer to her, first wrapping an arm around her shoulder, very hesitantly, as if she were to snap on him. She didn't. Ken allowed himself to relax, very, very subtly tugging her toward him.

Come closer.

Kenny pulled Christa into an embrace now, squeezing her but not too hard. Their body heats collided and mixed, bringing more warmth to the both of them. He could feel the slight tremble of her body against his as she fought the cold.

"... I got ya."

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Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

Kenny winced. "I was shot," he said simply, swatting her hand away in annoyance. He took some time to examine it himself; how long had it been? 

"It still hurts. It still fuckin' hurts sometimes," Kenny ranted to her, shudders still wracking his body as he applied pressure around the area. Whenever Katjaa had done that, he became fed up and began to yell about how it hurt. She did her best to nurse it at the time, but sometimes Kenny got too antsy to let her help with the wound, which then was fresh.

"Listen, just don't fuckin' touch that."

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[text] ken smd

[text] you r a woman.

[omidisweartogod]

[text] geeze how old are you anyway [text] it means i love you i was trying to show some affection [text] but i take it back now you ruined it

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[text] quit being rude [text] you dont love me. stop [text] kirsta. stop. [text] whats smd?? [text] krista? [text] youre a kumquat 

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[text] ken ilu

[text] what does that mean[text] what the hell is ilu[text] krista[text] WHAT IS ILU??@