Tick Tok
Your pocket watch ticks as you wait for your girlfriend to come home, scrunching your hair in the bathroom, putting moose in it so your curls really get defined, the soft smell of lavender radiating from you, your eye bags really showing but… it makes you hot so what’s so bad ‘bout it eh?.
Jinx usually goes out to lead the undercity rebellion, she is a symbol after all… everyone looks up to her… yet you’ve managed to bag her as your own… or well, she kinda fell first but still-.
You heard from some rumours that there was a full on war going on soon, you obviously didn’t believe it, but what you did believe was that your jinx was gonna be moody when she gets back, you rub your body dry, and put some clothes on, fluffing up your hair and going to the living room, then suddenly.
Click
Goes the doorknob, jinx is home… you stand up to go greet her with a hug and a kiss, but she puts her hand up as a ‘no, stop’.. when you pause she huffs
”Whats wrong with you…?” You grumble to her, she glances at your figure and hair, she ‘hmphs and twirls a finger, telling you to turn around, you listen but you’re confused as shit
”The fuck are you do-“ you go to say something but she cuts you off
”Shut up and bend over…”