HE WOULD OPEN THE DOOR to see that her lips were already drawn in as she slightly pouted , & then she was hit with the full smell of the inside of his small apartment , & z sighed lightly as she entered in below his arm with ease , at her lack of height compared to him. “ i mean , of course i mind. so i’m gonna stay & help you clean it up. ” she paused , turning to point a finger at him before moving to put her bag down the rest of the way on the small table near the stove , “ because you will be helping. but first , come here. ”
small hands pulled a plastic cigarette holder out of her bag , a little hand - drawn heart on the front , her initial scripted prettily inside it. it was blue , & slightly see through , to the point that gio would be able to count the 10 hand rolled joints in the container. “ this is a z special recipe —banana kush mixed with wolfsbane. it’s not the smoothest thing in the world , but it does wonders for the ache. though , i’m telling you now : wolfsbane grows slow. i can’t whip more of these up whenever , so save them for when you need them , okay ? ” she waited for confirmation of the statement before releasing them into his grip. then , she pulled a spare out of her purse , lighting it up & taking a modest drag , before passing it off to him. “ my treat , you look like… you could use it. ” ( she had barely stopped herself from saying like shit. )
she raised up on her toes , running her fingers over the cleaning supplies , jumping a little to grab the box of what she hoped were trash bags , making a small sound of victory when she grabbed them & saw she was right. “ she pulled one out , puffing it open with a shake of her hands , before moving to start dumping things into it. dark amber hues cut to gio , an eyebrow raising as she watched him for a beat , “ i want to ask how you’re doing , but… it’s kind of obvious. you don’t have to hide out here & go through it alone , you know. ”
IN SPITE OF THE WEEKS GIO had spent amongst the liberation’s ranks , the young cub had yet to wrap his head around the warped notion that so many of his peers who appeared at least a decade junior to him were , in reality , centuries upon centuries his senior. the perplexed expression painting his scruffy features is enough to give away that the lycan is considering the fact yet again as z easily breezes past him in favor of traversing into the small studio he calls home. dark gaze follows her & as thick brows pull together , gio is almost painfully aware of the crease that forms against his forehead. a tired sigh follows suit before he reaches to brush a hand through messy dark locks & before he turns to follow the senior lycan , he nudges the door shut behind her with his foot.
hands stuff deep into the pockets of his joggers as he ambles in deeper , hovering over the smaller as she takes her time to pluck her cigarette holder out with slender digits. head cants , silently counting out the ten ( eleven ? it’s dark in his studio & he can never count right from such a height difference ) hand-rolled joints settled neatly against sheer plastic blue -- and when z expectantly holds one out for him , he turns his hand over until his palm faces up. he lets out a small , thoughtful hum in response before lifting it up , rolling it between his fingers & examining it with subtle curiosity. gio has the decency to look a little sheepish as he tucks it away into his pocket , making a mental note to light it up when he has the chance , before rubbing tiredly at the scruff lining his jaw.
❝ thanks. ❞ the single syllable felt lame on his tongue , but the way wide brown eyes glittered with genuine gratefulness expresses all that gio leaves unspoken. lips quirk into a tired-looking half-smile as he watches her reach for the messily-opened box of trash bags he had extracted from the kitchen cabinets prior to her arrival. a low , amused chuckle rumbles in his chest before he circles around , reaching for the empty beer bottles & bud-lite cans settled on the coffee table. ❝ yeah , yeah ; i know. ❞ he gives a brief shake of his head. ❝ you an’ zac have already got your own shit going on , though. figured i could hole up in here till … you know. ❞ he gestures vaguely towards his window , alluding to the silver disk hanging precariously overhead & beyond the city’s glittering skyline.
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