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a risk-taker by nature, lennox found herself in all types of situations without giving them much of a second thought. tattoos, piercings, unlikely friendships, fights, hell, even starting small businesses as a teenager; lex was pretty sure she had enough experiences under her belt to last her for a long while. there is, however, an area sheâs not as well-versed in â relationships, of any kind. out loud, lex tended to chalk that up to the fact that she was busy. and while thatâs true to an extent, the reality is that the idea of being in a real relationship scared her; so instead, she tends to keep things short, preferably one-time. it didnât surprise her at all that when she did make time to go to a party, she ended hooking up with somebody. what did surprise her was that that somebody had been tony goldstein. what was surprising her the most is that somehow, multiple months later, they were ⊠hanging out? if you could call it that. itâs more along the lines of they caught each other outside of school for once, and a conversation accidentally sparked up.
âyou know,â lennox started, squinting over at him, âitâs kinda new this whole conversation hasnât turned into, like, an awkward mess yet,â that seemed to be the norm for these two, despite neither of them really meaning for it to be that way. lex was silently grateful, though; with everything going on, she really didnât mind the company.
(( for @tonygoldsteinsâ ))
Anthony like awkward messes in the sense that he liked to cause them and then revel in them like a pig in the mud. Everything done in the name of a laugh was his modus operandi, and the laugh was usually his own. Sometimes only his own. But the awkward messes Lennox referenced were less like that; they usually involved him trying to get her to laugh, stumbling over toes with misplaced words or actions, and fully pissing her off in the process. That was like, less chill for him. Topping it off with the fact that she was one of the few girls to ever let him go beyond copping a feel made it even stickier. No pun intended. Topping that off with the fact that he had to stand there thinking your friend is dead your friend is dead your friend is dead on an endless, fucked up loop in his head arguably made it worse.
"Iâm offended by your lack of faith in me and my conversational talents, amigo. I've got loquacity up the mothereffinâ wazooâand charm? That shit's oozing out of my every orifice. Frankly, itâs kinda disgusting,â Anthony said, playing at half-hearted defense, and grinned. He was mostly relieved she hadnât tried to bite his head off yet, though he couldnât say a light roasting didnât do it for him. âSo whatâs up? We should take notes about whatâs different this time around for future ref. Iâll start.â He plucked at the front of his shirt. It was a reprint of the â92 tour shirt for Dinosaur Jr. and heavily featured a bug-eyed humanoid getting choked out; among the shirts that scattered his bedroom floor that morning, it had been a toss up between it and a Rick and Morty number. âFor one, Iâm still freshly laundered. Didnât stab a Red Bull can with a pen and blitz the both of us again. So, you know, score.â
