I do some stupid things

[mademyhell]

Who: mademyhell  and hexyoutotuesday 
When: Backdated to Wednesday.
Where: Outside the JTC apartment building, then the apartment.
Summary: Someone's overworked, and someone else is a motherhen even if he's never going to admit it.
Warnings: Language. It's these two. And  I feel like I should always warn for emo even if it's probably not a very angsty log cause...LOOK AT HIM.

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[hexyoutotuesday]

Just because Jinx's hand was betraying her did not mean that she was going to get lost on her way to the Chinese place. It was her favorite, it was close to home, and she could smell it from a mile away. Her hand was confused, and she would take no responsibility for its misled actions. Little did she know, if she tried to go there by herself, she would probably pass out in the back of the restaurant in a pile of takeout boxes. Stranger things have happened.

Purely confident that she could make it home on her own, the ex villain was going to let him on his merry way and go on hers. It surprised her when he started walking her home. Surprise meaning she blinked a few times then went along with it. Right now, her reactions were duller than mashed peas.

"Enslave Tibet, get a years supply of stale fortune cookies. I'm in it for the irony."

It was so sad that was the first put-together thought that had come out of Jinx's mouth for four hours. She followed it up by putting both arms tiredly around Trauma and stumbling along beside him. It was awkward and a very ineffective way of motion, but she was determined to make it work. "We need a car."

Wrote this on the subway. HOW BADASS AM I?

[mademyhell]

To his credit, Trauma didn't fall over. He probably should have gotten a fucking medal for not tripping up because she decided to latch onto him like a fucking leech from hell.

"Just the irony? Thought you were hungry." Trauma shrugged as best he could with a pink thing attached, she really was heavier than he expected her to be half of the time, like trying to pick up a kid. Always light until they went dead weight on you. "Guess I get your share."

After a moment or two of stumbling along and getting nowhere, fast, Trauma gave up and stopped.

"Okay, 'nough of this. Not doing the zombie act. Not going to go well." He turned his back to her and rolled his eyes, even though she couldn't see he assumed someone on the planet (even if it was just he himself) needed to know that he did this because it was the only option, not because he wanted to be the designated person for carrying teenage super villains. Encouraging this would probably mean she'd just tackle him into doing it again later just to spite him...But he wasn't a total jackass and could tell she was going to fall on her damn face before they got through the front door of their building.

And, come on. She was his friend. Occasionally annoying or not, he actually liked the fucking brat.

"Come on. One time deal."