Hopefully! Either I humbled him or made him worse, and if I made him worse then little buddy is definitely going into politics. [She ends her sentence with a grimace and an eyeroll.]
I'll drink to that. [Dee says and raises her pretzelcandy like it's a glass of cold beer.] Screw moms, unless they're cool. Like you. [Then she winks, pops the pretzelcandy into her mouth... and proceeds to continue talking.] You're doing a hell of a lot more than mine ever did for me and Den.
[She smiles, looking a little self-conscious. It's like part of her is afraid of being mocked, despite there being no reason for her to feel this way. She can express herself much easier here, in this bar, with Saxsice.] My brother started calling me that when we were kids. I was... always trying to be nice, and positive, and upbeat, and I think he was making fun of me, but I decided to own the nickname!
Cheers to that guy hopefully failin' every math class and needin' to drop out or somethin'. [Saxsice clinks her pretzelcandy against Dee's, then pops it into her mouth.]
Think it's the thought that counts? Cause lemme tell ya, I've beefed it a lot in my time. Did you know kids get sick like so damn easy? It's a damn nightmare.
[Shaking her head, Saxsice pops a few more pretzelcandies into her mouth, chewing slowly and listening.] Damn, lookit you. Makin' lemonade outta your brother bein' a little shit. Good for you.
[Dee chuckles and nudges Saxsice with her shoulder.]
Look, I know I would too. No one's perfect; we all kind of suck sometimes, but there are some people out there who are way worse than we could ever be. And I believe you! Schools are like fucking petri dishes, and there's always that one kid who's perpetually sick and spreads it to everyone else all the damn time.
[She grimaces; a core memory of classmates in elementary school may have just been unlocked.]
Thank you! [She sounds so pleased with herself.] He was not happy once he realised what I was doing, but I honestly did not give a shit.
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I'll drink to that. [Dee says and raises her pretzelcandy like it's a glass of cold beer.] Screw moms, unless they're cool. Like you. [Then she winks, pops the pretzelcandy into her mouth... and proceeds to continue talking.] You're doing a hell of a lot more than mine ever did for me and Den.
[She smiles, looking a little self-conscious. It's like part of her is afraid of being mocked, despite there being no reason for her to feel this way. She can express herself much easier here, in this bar, with Saxsice.] My brother started calling me that when we were kids. I was... always trying to be nice, and positive, and upbeat, and I think he was making fun of me, but I decided to own the nickname!
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Think it's the thought that counts? Cause lemme tell ya, I've beefed it a lot in my time. Did you know kids get sick like so damn easy? It's a damn nightmare.
[Shaking her head, Saxsice pops a few more pretzelcandies into her mouth, chewing slowly and listening.] Damn, lookit you. Makin' lemonade outta your brother bein' a little shit. Good for you.
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Look, I know I would too. No one's perfect; we all kind of suck sometimes, but there are some people out there who are way worse than we could ever be. And I believe you! Schools are like fucking petri dishes, and there's always that one kid who's perpetually sick and spreads it to everyone else all the damn time.
[She grimaces; a core memory of classmates in elementary school may have just been unlocked.]
Thank you! [She sounds so pleased with herself.] He was not happy once he realised what I was doing, but I honestly did not give a shit.