[ she snorts, picking her sandwich up by a corner. ] I can land from a lot taller ones.
[ it's a bitch of a metaphor.
Jess takes the biggest bite she can, her muscles labouring through apathy with every chew of her teeth. Jess grabs the gatorade to wash it down, gulping until her mouth is clear save for the peanut butter stuck to her gums. looking at her food turns putting it away into even more of a chore. instead, she watches him eat and enjoy it, expecting a spark of envy that's superseded by a surge of appreciation for his stupid, brick shithouse charm. oh well. either one will distract her well enough through the slog that is breakfast. she should swerve automatically into the jealousy lane when he sips that coffee of his. should. ]
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[ it's a bitch of a metaphor.
Jess takes the biggest bite she can, her muscles labouring through apathy with every chew of her teeth. Jess grabs the gatorade to wash it down, gulping until her mouth is clear save for the peanut butter stuck to her gums. looking at her food turns putting it away into even more of a chore. instead, she watches him eat and enjoy it, expecting a spark of envy that's superseded by a surge of appreciation for his stupid, brick shithouse charm. oh well. either one will distract her well enough through the slog that is breakfast. she should swerve automatically into the jealousy lane when he sips that coffee of his. should. ]