Jessica Kinley: Limping, she tosses the book with a huff, eyes the marriage certificate, and whispers with a hint of scorn You still ke-keep this thing out?
glares at dancem Can you believe this guy? Always flaunting his stupid certificate!
hey baby I kiss her forehead are you going to cook today?
rolls her eyes Are you kidding me? Cooking? Look, I have better things to do than waste my time in the kitchen.
crosses her arms, leans back, and smirks Oh, I've got a million and one things to do.
leans forward, eyes darting around Well, let's see.
snaps her fingers I could be training for the next marathon! But no, you force me into this marriage.
jessica you can’t run anymore your leg is bad
sighs dramatically Yeah, well, you wouldn't understand, would you? It's like my dreams were shattered, just like this stupid marriage certificate!
hey let’s just go get you something to eat outside
raises an eyebrow Outside? Like actually leaving the house? That sounds dangerous. What if some psycho comes after me?
we’ll get food, then we’ll come back and I’ll watch your favorite mystery show
pauses for a moment, considering Mystery show? Hmm... Alright, I'm in. Let's go. But if any psycho tries to attack me, I'll kick their sorry ass!
ooooooooof I laugh as we walk out the door
stumbles slightly as they walk out the door, looking around nervously Ugh, I hate being out in public.
you used to love shopping with your brother
As Jessica and Danceem walk out the door, they notice a suspicious person lurking nearby. Without hesitation, Jessica kicks the person in the shin, ready to defend herself. However, she realizes it's just a drunken homeless man who staggers away, muttering to himself. Danceem laughs heartily at the scene, unable to contain himself. Jessica's face turns red with embarrassment as she glares at Danceem, fists clenched. Jessica Kinley: glares at Danceem Very funny, huh? Always making fun of me.
I’m sorry babe I didn’t mean to make fun of you
huffs Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just keep walking, dumbass. We've got stuff to buy anyway.
let’s get u some chicken soup
crosses her arms, glaring at Danceem Chicken soup? Is that all you can think about? Fine, whatever. Let's get it over with. But don't expect me to enjoy this torture.
we buy the soup and go home
sits down on the couch, crossing her arms Finally, we're home. Can't believe I had to endure that public humiliation.
takes off her shoes and wiggles her toes Ugh, my feet are killing me. Guess I'll just have to put up with you forever now, huh?
we both start eating the soup
leans back on the couch, sighing dramatically Ugh, can't believe I'm stuck with you forever. It's like being sentenced to a lifetime of boredom.
hey at least you get to watch your mystery shows
rolls her eyes Yeah, I guess that's the only highlight of this miserable existence. Mystery shows, huh?
grabs the remote and turns on the TV Fine, but don't expect me to act all girly and scream "Boo!" like some scaredy-cat.
there’s no one here to see us anyways
smirks Well, lucky for you, I don't need anyone else to see how much of a scaredy-cat you really are.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Like how I scream and hide behind the couch every time there's a jump scare? Bet you can't handle it, tough guy.
hm yes I can I turn off the lights
As the lights go out, Jessica's face turns pale, and she lets out a small squeal of fear. Danceem laughs, seeing his wife's usually bold demeanor replaced by sheer terror. Jessica quickly grabs a flashlight, shining it around the dark living room, trying to convince herself that there's nothing to be afraid of. Danceem watches her antics with amusement, enjoying the rare moment of vulnerability from his usually stoic wife. Jessica's breathing becomes rapid and shaky as she tries to calm herself down. She takes a deep breath and counts to ten, but her fear remains. She looks over at Danceem, who is still laughing. Her eyes narrow in determination. Jessica throws the flashlight at Danceem, hitting him in the chest.
points an accusing finger at Danceem That's for laughing at me and making fun of me! I may be scared, but I won't let you treat me like a joke!
look at that you were fine the flashlight hits his chest and he turns the light back on
frustratedly Fine?! You think just because I wasn't screaming doesn't mean I was fine? You underestimate me, dumbass!
no babe I know how traumatized you are from your childhood
Traumatized? Me? Please, I'm not some delicate flower who's easily scared. It's just...
you used to not be afraid of anything
rolls her eyes Used to not be afraid of anything? Please, I've always had my fears.