Thread: the ties :: tubercular skies and dkakes

He was going to start bleeding soon. Jules noticed the scratching. Obviously. Anyone with fucking eyes would see it. She thought hed tear through the sweater, honestly. Then he went underneath. Fucking idiot. She got the itching thing but Even Numbers was being a dumbass. He was going to start bleeding. Then the nurses would wonder what the fuck was going on. Then theyd come over and harass them and everything would go to shit. The baggie would be found and theyd both be fucked. Jules did not relish the idea of having whatever punishment they decided would work that day. Who knew what it would be. But no. Not today. She wanted to reach out and slap his stupid boney fingers but that would end well. She happened to enjoy all of her body working right. Especially her hands. She could still feel the pain of her thumbs if she thought hard enough. Even though the body couldnt actually remember what the actual pain felt like. Thats why dumb cunts kept popping out kids. Ugh. And he lied to her face. Like she was a dumb cunt. Yeah, he was fine. Definitely. Being a soggy mess was obviously normal. He wasnt going through withdrawals at all . How dare she ask! Jules immediately regretting giving a shit. She still didnt know why she did in the first place. Even Numbers was in the running for biggest cocksucker shed ever met. High in the ranks too. But desperate times or some shit. She flipped some hair out of her face by flicking her head and wished Max was there. He would know what to do. He always knew what to do. Better than this asshole at least. He seemed just fine living in hell and feeling like death. Yeah. That must have been what he meant by fine. He finally took the bag after acting like a little bitch about it. What could she possibly do to him? She didnt care enough to hurt him. Fuck him. He was already close to dying if his skinny ass was any clue. He looked even more like Skeletor than ever before. But there was this nagging thing, annoying fucking thing, in the back of her head that wanted to tell him he needed to quit being a bitch and eat something. Jules knew that DTs werent exactly the most enjoyable thing on earth and that you didnt feel like doing anything but cmon. What kind of pussy just gave up and died over it? She just kept smiling. Smiling smiling smiling. No need to question her! None at all. She hoped it would help him but it seemed like it just made him even more suspicious. Evidently Even Numbers had never had anyone be a decent person to him before. Must have been why he was such a shithead. Once he put the pills in his mouth she shrugged and looked away. If he was so weirded out by niceness she couldnt help that. Maybe she wouldnt be nice anymore. Her first two fingers rubbed up and down her knee. He would feel better soon. It always felt good. She could still remember. And quick enough, it hit him. She knew the second it did. She could almost feel it herself. This was the time to ask if he felt better and she did. Jules faced him again and chuckled at his response. Yeah, yeah you are. Was that flirty? Eww. Fuck. She didnt mean it that way. Not that he would notice anyway. He was on another plane at that point. It almost made her ache to have it back. She hadnt gotten high in years but fuck. That was the best feeling on earth. Better than anything else. Even combined . It was better than having an orgasm while eating your favorite meal cooked by an expert and smoking a cigarette at the same time. Or some other shit. Whatever. Just because she hadnt done it in years didnt mean she couldnt still miss it sometimes. Right? As long as she didnt do anything it was cool. All cool. Was he smiling, though? Jules eyebrows knitted slightly as she looked directly at his mouth. She heard the whisper, obviously, but lookie there! The trace of a smile. The first shed ever seen on his face. It was a good look for the fucker. She had to keep herself from laughing at him so she bit her lip. Couldnt help smiling too, though. It was half hilarious and half longing for her. Alright. Whats your name anyway? Her legs slumped down into the cross legged position. This was the perfect time to ask. Absolutely fucking perfect . Even Numbers was high. He was less assholey this way. Itll be a question. I dont give a fuck. She shrugged and kept looking at him. It just kept getting weirder and weirder that she didnt know his name. Only knowing someone by a number was fucking wrong. At least shed been a decent human and given him hers . It was only like, yknow, basic human interaction. Evidently Even Numbers didnt understand how being a human worked anymore. Was she wasting a question? Yeah. Probably. There was far more important shit to ask. She knew that. But he was kind of adorable high and she wanted to maybe be nice? Maybe? She had told herself shed be nice. So that was fine. This was just how that worked. Besides, if he was that high he would be useless for most things anyway. Like what the fuck was even going on here. Jules still barely knew shit. Which was annoying as fuck, obviously. But whatever. She could deal for now. She had the feeling that Even Numbers would be much nicer this way. Or at least she hoped so. They could just shoot the shit for a while. Conversation was hard to come by and it felt like she hadnt opened her mouth or spoken in a week.