Roommates || Eli & Cécile
sharpefangs
Eli gave her a pitiful expression, eyes big and lips just barely pouting. Though his arm reached around anyway, his fingers sliding softly down her back. He knew he was mostly useless. But he liked it like that. He liked being taken care of. “You know I don’t have any money, Cécile.” He didn’t. “You know I’ll have to start hooking again if you want me to contribute. Which I don’t mind doing, but it does make me sad the way those boys treat me.” He pouted a little harder for a moment before disentangling from her. He supposed he could score them some coke sometime. “Do you want chocolate or vanilla cupcakes?”
Cécile let Eli slip out of her arms and stood quietly for a moment before following him into the kitchen. "I'd actually prefer red velvet. Can you do that, darling?" She sighed as she mixed gin and cran-grape juice. She did not offer to pour him one. Her mood had shifted. She was starting to feel argumentative. "You know... I cannot believe you are as poor as you say. Darling, there's just no way someone your age could have already spent all of their trust fund money."
