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๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ณ๐ถ๐ถ๐ซ.
@ofthelanes
๐พ๐ธ๐ธ๐ ๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐บ,โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐พ๐ธ๐ธ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐บ ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ด๐๐ธ

โ don ' t gotta , we ' ll write a shopping list of what ya need soon. plenty ' a towels is what i ' m hearing. ใโ โ feeling her shins โ he moves each leg back and forth to examine it , much like vik has done to him many times. ใโ good , at least some lessons got through. โ

โ back to pink ? ya dyed your hair in there ? swear to god vi , if ya stained my bathroom โ ใโ โ nevertheless , a pair of sweatpants are pressed into her arms. tight ones , on ira at least. hopefully they would fit her normal. ใโ c ' mon , lemme see your legs too while ya ยป

โ ใโ โ after the twentieth minute waiting for her , jackie finally allowed himself to let the reality sink in. she was really back. she was in a shit position and now she ' s back and she ' s probably so damaged ... he feels sick thinking about the torture she probably went ยป

โ wh โ no ! he ' s buff t โ ใโ โ no use. she ' s gone. he uses the time to tidy up after their meal , arrange messes they usually leave for the sake of never expecting visitors. ใโ โ

โ i do mind you on the couch though. go shower. go go go. i can give ya ira ' s pants , he ' s smaller than me. โ

โ nah. promise. he ' s usually busy out on gigs anyway ... uh. you can take the bed for now and we ' ll use the couch. and then we ' ll get you some more comfortable mattress topper for the couch tomorrow. โ

โ i ' ll make you a lil ' drink when you get out ... cause you can drink now. weird as fuck to say. โ

โ good ... ใโ โ he hums , tapping along her collarbones , her shoulders , traversing to the back of her neck. he had already felt the lower vertebrae. he goes top to bottom , making sure no disc slipped either ใโ take a shower so i can ice you. makeup wipes in the drawer โ

โ ใโ โ he feels the bruise on her ribs โ frowning in concern , mainly for her lack of reaction to pain. she must have been desensitised in jail. a small sigh , he drops the shirt again. ใโ gonna ice your ribs , not much else t ' do. shoulders , wriggle out enough to show. โ

โ can ' t fuss then be annoyed if i comply with the fussin ' ! ใโ โ he snorts , peeling the shirt up , tucking in his hand as he reaches the middle of her ribs. fingertips run along each bone , pressing down to feel for bruising on it , eyes scanning for visible scars. ใโ โ



