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Five Hundred.
Who the fuck buys five hundred condoms.
Surprisingly, Artemis doesn’t say that out loud. Syl, as always, seemed just embarrassed enough that she was a just a little bit afraid to push it too far. But, god, the face she pulls makes it incredibly clear that she wants to. It was just--- the most ridiculous number of condoms she could think of.
It was the kind of massive pack that pregnancy prevention programs bought and handed out to dumb teenagers on spring-break.
Not the kind-of pack you keep in your bedside table, just encase you need them.
“Maybe next time you just—to a five dollar pack from the gas station?”
Her tone of voice had maybe lost a little bit of it’s annoyance, once he’d turned her head back towards the TV. Maybe it was because she was actually a little less annoyed with him… Or maybe it was just because she was really hoping that someone on her show was about to get into a fist fight.
Either way, Artemis seemed to zone-out for a solid minute once Syl’s head was on her shoulder.
Which wasn’t that out of the normal… She may have been irritated, but she was sitting next to Syl and watching some of the worst TV imaginable, how could she not be comfortable enough to just forget she was talking for a minute?
“---How’s about we just start with one and see from there?” She asked, suddenly, through what could only be described as an exhausted sigh . “Unless you do all the work—cause I’m not doing shit today.”
