[She starts off by laying on her stomach in the bed, propping her elbows up on the bed and her chin in her hands. Her legs curl upward, kicking lightly as she watches him work. But he suggests her picking out a tape, and she finds herself surprisingly eager to do that. It's with a nod that she rolls over and slides out of bed, his shirt once again slipping down of her shoulders in the process.
His tapes are in his duffel, and she goes right to it to rifle through what's inside. Her fingers curl around a particular cassette, one that matches the shirt she's wearing. Iron Maiden is carefully put into the tape deck she finds, and she makes sure to rewind before pressing play. She makes a soft gasp as music that's definitely not the kind she normally listens to plays, and she finds herself tapping her feet to the beat. Which of course turns to her hips moving, until she winds up bobbing her head and dancing her way over to join him.
She sits on the floor, curling her legs in close to her chest. Her feet still tap and move in time to the music, but as she curls in around herself, chin resting on her knees, she watches him roll the joints with rapt attention. It doesn't take much for Eddie to impress her. She's so taken by him that anything he does is amazing to her.
But there's something about watching him use his fingers and hands right now that puts a flush on her cheeks and a smile on her face. Despite the broken arm and the fact she's in a shirt that's way too big on her, she actually looks content.]
How long have you been doing this?
[Rolling joints, she means. But she guesses he might take it to mean smoking or selling. She wouldn't mind hearing the answer to all of them.]
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His tapes are in his duffel, and she goes right to it to rifle through what's inside. Her fingers curl around a particular cassette, one that matches the shirt she's wearing. Iron Maiden is carefully put into the tape deck she finds, and she makes sure to rewind before pressing play. She makes a soft gasp as music that's definitely not the kind she normally listens to plays, and she finds herself tapping her feet to the beat. Which of course turns to her hips moving, until she winds up bobbing her head and dancing her way over to join him.
She sits on the floor, curling her legs in close to her chest. Her feet still tap and move in time to the music, but as she curls in around herself, chin resting on her knees, she watches him roll the joints with rapt attention. It doesn't take much for Eddie to impress her. She's so taken by him that anything he does is amazing to her.
But there's something about watching him use his fingers and hands right now that puts a flush on her cheeks and a smile on her face. Despite the broken arm and the fact she's in a shirt that's way too big on her, she actually looks content.]
How long have you been doing this?
[Rolling joints, she means. But she guesses he might take it to mean smoking or selling. She wouldn't mind hearing the answer to all of them.]