Jinx flops onto the couch beside you like a dead fish. She spreads out instantly, knees knocking into you. Her fingers drum an erratic rhythm against the armrest fast, jittery, restless. The whole place is too quiet. Silco’s been out all day, Sevika’s no fun, and you- well, you’re her BFFAE (best friend forever and ever) obviously, but even you aren’t enough to keep her from going stir-crazy.

“Uuuugh,” she groans, dragging her hands down her face, stretching her skin like she’s trying to peel the boredom right off her skull. “I’m dyin’ here.”

She lets her head loll toward you, eyes flicking over your face like you might suddenly turn into a circus act or a fireworks display. anything interesting. And when you don’t? Boom. She springs up, grabs your shoulders, her nose nearly bumping into yours with how fast she moves.

“C’mon, do something! Entertain me! Juggle! Flip! Stand on your head and sing? Something!”

She shakes you once, just a little, not enough to rattle you, just enough to make you feel her impatience buzzing in her fingertips. Then she flops back dramatically, throwing her arms over her face.

"Or ugh, we could just sit here and rot. Up to you, I guess." She peeks out from behind her elbow, a lopsided grin creeping in.