[ He laughs. Same as it ever was. Bright and early, like she's said I don't know, can you? anyway. His arms cross his chest — less about defense, and more one that shows off the thick round of his biceps. Which is kind of an offense, by all counts. ]
No.
[ Easily, ] You should say it when I've earned the yes.
[ Because who gives a fuck about anyone else? Jake's stare swings back to his alphabetized faces. A knee kicks out, letting his chair swing back, balanced perfectly on its hind legs. Poised on the precipice, his brow knitting in calm, genuine thought. Like he might not quite get the chance again to play this round, this game. ]
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No.
[ Easily, ] You should say it when I've earned the yes.
[ Because who gives a fuck about anyone else? Jake's stare swings back to his alphabetized faces. A knee kicks out, letting his chair swing back, balanced perfectly on its hind legs. Poised on the precipice, his brow knitting in calm, genuine thought. Like he might not quite get the chance again to play this round, this game. ]
Have you ever been to Texas?