#* ecrin 〳ft. maxwell

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ecrin’s  eyebrows  had  raised  as  she  hung  onto  the  last  word.  she  desperately  wanted  to  know  what  he  was  going  to  say  to  the  point  she  was  physically  leaning.  she  was  rattled  with  joy  as  this  was  the  closest  she  had  ever  been  to  maxwell.  being  this  close  to  where  she  noticed  the  sculpted  features  in  the  best  view.  front  row.  ecrin  might  have  been  shallow  and  self  absorbed  but  it  was  truly  rare  when  she  cared  for  another’s  well  being.  hearing  being  called  a  bitch  was  like  throwing  a  feather  at  a  brick  wall.  almost  laughable.  but  seeing  the  guy  that  couldn’t  stand  her  punch  her  former  date  in  company  made  her  feel  satisfied  and  highly  flattered.  she  felt  noticed.  she  didn’t  remember  if  it  was  an  insult  or  sarcasm  that  sparked  her  interest,  in  the  beginning.  now  she  was  tending  to  his  swollen  hand,  “  yeah  yeah.  you  and  I  both  know  I  am  a  bitch  and  you  punched  him  for  it.  poor  thing  I  think  I  might  have  seen  stars  for  him.  “  her  shoulders  were  slumped  for  a  moment  but  she  perked  up  as  if  they  weren’t.  “  cigarettes.  really?  you  see  this,  “  she  motioned  to  her  frame.  hands  going  up  and  down  as  she  grinned  with  pride.  “  cigarettes  are  cheap  and  leave  a  bad  taste  in  your  mouth.  im  more  of  a  cigar,  i  can  make  anyone  look  good.  “  the  red  head  spoke  before  flipping  her  hair  behind  her  shoulders.

" I know I didn't, I just...." He trailed off and shook his head, realizing he didn't have a response to give her. Did he regret his decision? Absolutely not. Did he wish he had done it outside of her line of sight to get that look off of her face? Yes. He wasn't sure why it bothered him so much. Maybe because he hated how cute she looked with her eyes lit up like that. NO. No, that was definitely not it. Because he didn't think that. It was definitely because it was annoying and he knew she was never going to let him live this down. Yes, that made a lot more sense. A heavy sigh left him at her comment, eyes rolling upon hearing the nickname she was probably going to use for weeks, but he did allow himself to be tugged in the direction of the basement. "You're acting like I'm some kind of knight in shining armor who protected your honor. All I did was punch an asshole who deserved it." He tried to explain, but he had a feeling that it was going to fall on deaf ears. "You're my prize?" He questioned as he stepped inside. "Can I exchange you for a pack of cigarettes instead?"

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" hmph. " she hummed in a grumpy yet humored manner. her cheeks slightly puffing out but snaped back to their normal state, " you're saying stop smiling but . . . you and i both know it's true. " placing a hand on her hip but keeping her peppy smile. " i am a bitch and you didn't have to do that. " her eyes almost seemed as if they were filled with admiration. which they were. " of course, winner. " the title rolling with her dreamy like tone. gently she started to tug the grumpy man in the direction of the basement, the usual hangout spot for their friend group. the first guy to ever punch someone, was the one that didn't give her the time of day. " it was the right thing to do. " she mimicked him. " you know it's true but you still punched him. " she spoke as she opened the door for the both of them. " the most i - aka your prize, can do is take care of you. " / @gcddamnvampire

"Like I've just given you a puppy. Stop it," he said, rolling his eyes. As a general rule, he didn't tend to hang out with people like her. She was far too cheerful and upbeat for his liking, not to mention slightly obnoxious, but for some reason he continued hanging out with her. "I did it because he was an asshole and it was the right thing to do." A shrug as he tried to tuck his hand away, but then she focused on it. He hesitated for a moment before placing it in her waiting palm. "The basement, I think. I don't really want to linger around here. C'mon."

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a cheery smile that she was oh so familiar with when it came to male. it took her a second to warm up to his unique attitude towards her, but eventually she grew to gush over him. " like what? " there was an obvious smile with shimmering eyes as she stared in awe, '" you just punched a guy for calling me a bitch, and you expect me to not look at you a certain way? " stepping over her laid out date to stand near maxwell, " can i? i think missy has some ice packs in the freezer. if not we're going to have to take a trip to the basement. " she offered a hand.

A brow arched as he glanced over at her, eyes rolling at her reaction. He focused instead and massaging his sore knuckles, a stoic expression on his face. "Yeah, so?" He questioned, not entirely sure why she sounded so...pleased by that fact. "Stop looking at me like that. It's weird."