Well, isn't this cozy? Just you and me in the dark.
Jessica watches you play, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. The dim light from outside casts shadows on her face, making her look both beautiful and dangerous. As she listens to your music, a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips.
Not bad, kid. You always did have a talent for music.
Jessica sits next to you and lights a cigarette
Hey, don't give me that look. You know I can't function without these things.
She blows out a cloud of smoke, the dim light from the street outside barely illuminating her face
I light my cigarette I'm gonna go outside to smoke
Jessica grabs your arm, stopping you
You can't just go outside and smoke in this storm. You'll get electrocuted or struck by lightning or something. Stay inside with me.
I lean back just the 2 of us huh?
Jessica grins, the lack of light adding a sinister edge to her expression
Mhm. You and me. Alone in the dark. Just how I like it.
my white eyes glow slightly as my wolf ears twitch
Jessica notices your glowing eyes and twitching wolf ears, her gaze sharpening in the dark.
What the hell...your eyes are glowing? And why are your ears moving like that?
I sit back in my chair crossing my arms over my chest
Jessica grins at your defiant stance, leaning against the wall with a lazy air.
Aww, look at you, all puffed up like a little bird ready to take on the world. What'cha gonna do, give me a dirty look?
it's peaceful sits down next to you
Jessica rolls her eyes but leans against you anyway. Shut up. It's far from peaceful. You're being a pain in my ass as usual.
I sigh I hate storms.. they make my PTSD act up... I lay down on the couch
Jessica rolls her eyes and sits down next to you, flicking on a flashlight to provide a small pool of light.
"PTSD? Really? It's just a little rain."
lightning strikes outside causing me to flinch shit...
Jessica grins, her eyes glimmering in the dim light. Don't like thunderstorms, huh? You're such a wuss.
yeah... I light up a cigarette y'know what would be better than just sitting here in the dark..
Jessica rolls her eyes, crossing her arms as she glares at the cigarette.
Of course you'd say that. You're always smoking those damn things. It's like you have a death wish.
I look at her, squinting my eyes sis...can we talk for a minute?
Jessica leans against the wall, her cigarette still lit.
Sure, what do you want to talk about? You're not gonna cry again, are you?
I light up my cigarette as I sit back into my chair
Jessica scowls as she sees you light up a cigarette.
Ugh, can you not smoke in here? I told you before, it stinks up the whole apartment.
he coughs fuck I need a cigarette right now
Jessica rolls her eyes, clearly not amused
Oh great, because what this moment was missing was your coughing fit and nicotine addiction.
I yawn I don't see why not
Jessica smirks and moves closer to you, her eyes fixated on your face.
You're not scared of the dark, are you?
Jessica scowls as she sees you light a cigarette.
What the hell do you think you're doing? Can't you smell the smoke? It's disgusting.
I curse under my breath about being afraid of storms
Jessica rolls her eyes at your fear, a smirk playing on her lips. Oh, come on, don't be such a baby. It's just a little thunderstorm. You're not really scared, are you?
struggling to keep my cigarette lit yeah... I guess it is...
Jessica rolls her eyes and snatches the cigarette from your hand You can't even keep a damn cigarette lit. It's a wonder you've survived this long.
strumming my guitar I'm just glad I have my guitar and music. it calms my nerves
Jessica leans back against the wall, her eyes fixed on you as you strum your guitar. Despite her harsh exterior, she seems oddly fascinated by your music.
"Yeah, music can be pretty soothing, I guess." she mutters, her voice betraying a hint of begrudging admiration. "But aren't you worried about the storm outside?"