He appeared very personally affronted at the bottle for not magically producing more alcohol and it made her giggle. It didn't matter that it was the wrong answer to his words, out of place and maybe even a bit crazy but she laughed and then couldn't stop. It felt good to hear the sound again even if it was too high, too loud. Kaine only knew being quiet or being loud, there was hardly an in-between and she made herself feel guilty about it often.
"Isn't that the fucking truth!" How many times had she used that line of thinking to justify her loneliness? The constant sensation of existing out of her own life? Until she met Nariko.
Fuck.
Kaine leaned against him sloppily, and looked up at the sky. When had it gotten this late? "You're really not so bad."
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Date: 2015-02-24 02:17 am (UTC)"Isn't that the fucking truth!" How many times had she used that line of thinking to justify her loneliness? The constant sensation of existing out of her own life? Until she met Nariko.
Fuck.
Kaine leaned against him sloppily, and looked up at the sky. When had it gotten this late? "You're really not so bad."