Chris comes right up to her, plopping down on the aluminum bleachers like he isn't wearing shorts and they aren't horribly uncomfortable, and Eddie finds herself offering him her cigarette almost instinctually before she catches herself and snatches it back.
"No, wait, you can't have this! You're a runner!" She gives him a horrified look like her was the one who asked her for a puff, holding it away from him. "Smoking is bad for you, Chrissy."
Pot, meet kettle.
She grins at him once she's got her equilibrium, patting at her pocket where the sheet is still safely tucked. "Headbutting, really?"
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Date: 2024-01-30 11:06 pm (UTC)"No, wait, you can't have this! You're a runner!" She gives him a horrified look like her was the one who asked her for a puff, holding it away from him. "Smoking is bad for you, Chrissy."
Pot, meet kettle.
She grins at him once she's got her equilibrium, patting at her pocket where the sheet is still safely tucked. "Headbutting, really?"