"You could be twice my age and a championship boxer and I still wouldn't give them back. "
She raised the cold can to her dark lips, draining half of it in one, before returning to her seat and placing her soda can down as a large belch, much like Ren's, pressed passed the dark lips.
"Really its a disgusting habit. Your killing yourself and I'm not gonna let it slide. " she shrugged as she crossed her legs and pulled them ontonthe chair. "And a tantrum isn't gonna help either. Cause really, you sound like me trying. " she teased lightly, sticking her tongue out at him.
"So get used to it, kay? " she nodded, falling silent as she leant her head fall over the edge of the chair, staring at tge ceiling as the dark locks hung loose.
If I were a cat, I'd spend all my nine lives with you.
If life gives you lemons, make lemonade and leave the world wondering how you'd do it.
If they can see through your false smiles and laughs, keep them close and keep them dear.