12-21-2020, 03:57 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: #494949; font-family: karla; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"]a couple of days pass with no theodore knope.
it's not without reason, though. ever since she seen him torture michael seeing him was the last thing that she cared to do. of course, she couldn't avoid him completely. she still was member in the badlands and so naturally, she has to contribute, but she makes no further efforts to drive the conversation forward. instead, she's dry. avoids all contact. and if they are to lock eyes? her expression is cold, comparable to daggers. despite her efforts to keep him away, she hates that apart of her still hopes that he notices. asks what's wrong. cares enough to ask why. she hates that she wonders which woman he has in his bed in replacement to hers. such petty things in comparison to what he's done.
it's not without reason, though. she is drawn to teddy. seeing him was the last thing, but the most prominent thing she cared to do.
she wouldn't be the one to make the efforts, though. she knows how he expects anyone to bend to his will, and yet she refuses to give him the satisfaction- not when it comes to this. she arrives home, using toilet paper to smudge her makeup off, before changing into something more comfortable, a white oversized t-shirt that hangs over tight shorts. after pulling her hair back, she settles down in the queen sized bed, drawing the covers to her chin as she goes to stuff the earphones in her ears. until she hears a knock at the door, that is.
she pauses, sitting up in her bed, eyebrows knitting in question. who could be here so late? and whoever it was, she hopes they weren't here to request something from her. getting up sluggishly, she walks over just as the next series of knocks begin "can you wait one second? maldición! she unlocks the door and opens it, shocked to see the face that is staring back at her: the badlands leader himself. immediately, her face falls into one that could only be distinguished as dismay, making not rush to welcome him in. "what do you want?"
it's not without reason, though. ever since she seen him torture michael seeing him was the last thing that she cared to do. of course, she couldn't avoid him completely. she still was member in the badlands and so naturally, she has to contribute, but she makes no further efforts to drive the conversation forward. instead, she's dry. avoids all contact. and if they are to lock eyes? her expression is cold, comparable to daggers. despite her efforts to keep him away, she hates that apart of her still hopes that he notices. asks what's wrong. cares enough to ask why. she hates that she wonders which woman he has in his bed in replacement to hers. such petty things in comparison to what he's done.
it's not without reason, though. she is drawn to teddy. seeing him was the last thing, but the most prominent thing she cared to do.
she wouldn't be the one to make the efforts, though. she knows how he expects anyone to bend to his will, and yet she refuses to give him the satisfaction- not when it comes to this. she arrives home, using toilet paper to smudge her makeup off, before changing into something more comfortable, a white oversized t-shirt that hangs over tight shorts. after pulling her hair back, she settles down in the queen sized bed, drawing the covers to her chin as she goes to stuff the earphones in her ears. until she hears a knock at the door, that is.
she pauses, sitting up in her bed, eyebrows knitting in question. who could be here so late? and whoever it was, she hopes they weren't here to request something from her. getting up sluggishly, she walks over just as the next series of knocks begin "can you wait one second? maldición! she unlocks the door and opens it, shocked to see the face that is staring back at her: the badlands leader himself. immediately, her face falls into one that could only be distinguished as dismay, making not rush to welcome him in. "what do you want?"
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: center; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.4;"]I'M [I]HIGH AS A PRIVATE JET. â€â€