blitzkreig blitz | paxos
Apr 29, 2020 22:38:17 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker kelsier on Apr 29, 2020 22:38:17 GMT -5
p a x t o n .
"Maybe won't you take it back
Say you were tryna make me laugh
And nothing has to change today"
Smoke curled up above his head in odd little wisps only to be called out the window by a brewing storm.
Pax lay with his legs propped up against the wall and his back on the mattress of the bed in his apartment. The weak afternoon sun made patches on the white sheets beneath him and the scuffed-up wooden floor. It was quiet for once as if the world outside was holding its breath; everyone was keeping their heads down.
He took a slow drag of the cigarette before laying his arm back down over the edge of the bed, always careful to keep the ember away from the quilt. It should have been a peaceful moment and it was technically, he hadn't been so well rested in awhile. The gang had insisted on lying low along with the new curfew and so Pax and Amos had found themselves confined to their little apartment only three days after Pax had kissed Amos in that alley.
They still hadn't spoken about that, shit.
It wasn't like he couldn't feel Amos drilling holes in his head every second of the day with his glare but Paxton had always been good at ignoring personal issues until they festered into something rotten and overflowed within, causing permanent damage and this whole situation hadn't taught him anything.
They'd both get over it in a day or two anyway, it was just weird because Paxton had kissed him which was a weird thing to do when you were friends but Amos had yet to leave and so it would all be fine and besides, they really were just friends.
And it wasn't like they technically had to be inside all day but Tank had demanded everyone stay in for at least a day or two in case anyone tried to point the finger at the gang for the explosions in Eight. Pax kind of wondered how his karma continued to be so fucking good that this would all happen a day after kissing Amos but hey, what the hell.
He sighed and flicked ash into the bowl beside him on the bed, fingers brushing on something rubber. Oh. Pax rested the cigarette between his lips and then pinched his fingers together to pick up the little rubber band. It was a good one, pre-stretched for the perfect shot. Pax tipped his head back innocently to mark his target and then settled back to let the rubber band fly towards Amos with a satisfying twang.
Wasn't the first time shooting his shot.