5 Works by please_dont_bite
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Kris has a headache.
They bring a hand out to fumble semi-blindly for a lukewarm glass of water on their dresser. They throw it back with a grimace. Stale.
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Kris puffs out a breath of air and leans forward precariously. "You'll catch me," they say.
Susie practically guffaws up at them. "Like hell I will!" She drops the pen and bends her knees, bringing her arms up halfway in front of her. An interesting pose for someone who has decided to not catch them, Kris thinks.
"You've thrown me before. It's like the same thing."
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kris’ day of brooding is interrupted by everyone’s favorite violet tormentor
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- Part 3 of the distance between
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Noelle and Kris talk after a very long day. Neither of them really want to. All they've got is each other.
She studied the side of their face, the only part she could see from her angle. It was strange, seeing the blue tint to their skin. It was fitting, somehow. They looked cold. She saw a muscle in their cheek jump, their lips screwed into a thin line. She stared at their profile, and almost didn't notice the shadow move next to them. Out of the corner of her eye, the darkness seemed to shift. It changed shape languidly, almost fluid.
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She feels like something has clicked right into place. Like a dislocated joint was yanked back, how it used to be before.
It hurts.
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- Part 2 of the distance between
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She huffed angrily down at them, looking like she was itching for a fight. Kris knew the feeling. They wouldn’t admit it, but sometimes they liked pissing her off. And it was pretty obvious she liked to take whatever she was frustrated with out on them too.
They didn’t mind.
They looked up at her, at her crossed arms and snarling face. No one else in Hometown looked at them like that.
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it's cold outside and i'm making it kris' problem
Series
- Part 1 of the distance between
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,358
- Chapters:
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- Kudos:
- 19
- Hits:
- 215
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Curly wonders.
He hears movement in the room. And then Jimmy is there, in his peripheral. There’s some more shuffling before Jimmy finally approaches. He leans over him, looms. He places a hand carelessly on Curly’s shoulder, and it’s agony. There’s a pop from below, which Curly assumes is the release of the lid from the painkiller bottle. Not that he can see it. Couldn’t move his head enough to know what Jimmy's doing, no matter how curious he is.
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quick one shot, curly pov. he has a lot on his mind
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thinkin bout klaus.
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If Klaus were a better person, he might have told Five that drinking coffee at 2:30 in the morning wasn't healthy, but who was he to judge people on what they were consuming at questionable hours?
So it was quiet. Nothing but a steady stream and the occasional grinding sound from the machine. Five tapped rhythmically on the cover of the book in his right hand, and Klaus simply listened. He leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes. Five opened the cabinet for a mug as Klaus’ thoughts silenced. He drifted.