It's one of those days. Lip's putting off a mountain of coursework by watching bad TV that isn't even a clear picture half the time. There's no money to be spent and what good is going out in New York when you don't have any money? But he's strangely okay with all of this. "Debs--," he quiets, cut off by his younger sister as he peers into the
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"What's that supposed to mean, lazy pants?" She hops over the back of the couch, crossing the living room into the kitchen and leaning up against the wall. "I eat too. You can't blame that shit on me."
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Taking a last puff, Lip rests his cigarette in an ashtray that had found it's way onto the kitchen counter before moving towards her. "Exactly. You help eat it faster than I can buy it. And you talk me into doing takeout all the time, which is putting a real dent in my squirrel jar," he points out, though not one word was serious. As for his squirrel jar, he actually wasn't doing too bad. Not far until he had enough to go see his family. Actually he had just enough, but he wanted it to be more than enough before he started planning. As soon as the words leave his mouth he presses a kiss to her lips.
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"Don't be a pussy. I pay most of the time when I suggest it. At least I tried to, but then half a gentleman crawled up your ass and you started getting bitchy about it." She pouts, but it melts into a little bit of a smile as she kisses him back, winding her free hand into the front of his jeans to tug him closer. "I'll pay from now on."
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