histruth:

_{^{❛   aw, you really think so? i’m just trying to help my best pal score.   ❛}} 

_{^{teasing tone filled with ample pride,  joining her in releasing a laugh.  the hint of a smile alighting features as the effect produced from alcohol indulged earlier began to wear off.  bright  -  eyed. this was normal.  this was the way regular people their age lived.  getting drunk on friday  &  saturday evenings without having to worry if it was somehow laced with ayahuasca, being able to focus on studies without attention straying to trying to stay  -  alive,  & finally learning how it felt to be able to enjoy life once again.  the shift from SURVIVING to actually living had been difficult to grasp at first but he had eventually caught the hang of it.  it would have been much harder to do it without her by his side.}}

_{^{snapped out of hazy thoughts in an instant at the query,   eyebrows arch upwards.   lips part slightly for a moment, gaze flitting to the locked door of their apartment  & then back to her.   ❛                        don’t you have the keys?   ❛}}

_{’                     no.   ‘} 

_{her   tone   is   sharp,   to   the   point,   and   her   eyebrows   raise   at   him   as   skepticism   fills   her   features   ;   she’d   never   sobered   up   so   fast.   ‘   why   would   i   have   the   keys?   before   we   left,   you   literally   said   ‘   got   the   keys   !   ’   her   hands   are   thrown   up   at   her   sides   in   exasperation   as   a   gesture   to   accompany   her   words,   before   reality   settles   in   and   her   mouth   opens   slightly   —   no   sound   immediately   coming   out.   ‘   oh   —   no,   no   —   don’t   tell   me   you   forgot   them.   ’}