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"𝐈'm ninety-one percent sure that's just a bunch of mold."
JJ looks up, his hands falling slack against the counter, a butter knife in one hand and a slice of bread in the other. He offers her an amusingly irritated glare, daring her to speak poorly about his lunch again. "Jokes on you. Mold is actually good for you."
"Pfft... I call bullshit," Marlowe returns the deadpan, focusing back on the phone in her hands. She's in the middle of formulating a message to her mother. Despite their uneasy relationship at the moment, the last thing she wants is for her parents to be worried sick about her whereabouts.
"Your call is nothing compared to Wikipedia," the blond shrugs, flicking a piece of ham onto the bread.
The girl overexaggerates a gape, peering over at him with pure disbelief in her wide gaze. "Your main source of information is Wikipedia? That explainsa lot, actually."
JJ frowns, evidently convinced he's correct. "Mold is, like, a natural organism. Natural is healthy."
He treks over to the couch, the bread pinched between his fingers. He goes to lift it up to his mouth, but as he does so, his nose catches a brief sniff of it. And, although he'd detest admitting his mistake, the musty smell of dirt forces a gag to the surface.
Marlowe's laugh blossoms, her teasing grin makes him glare. Though, it doesn't take long for his features to lift into a smile of his own, finding her overall expression of delight very contagious.
"What's wrong? Too healthy for y-? Ew! Get it away! I'm serious, JJ!"
Her sentence flourishes into a horrified scream, with amusement still lingering underneath. She has scooted backward, creating space between herself and the slice of bread, blue eyes shooting daggers at the boy.
JJ laughs at her reaction, tossing the molding bread onto the coffee table.
"That's disgusting," Marlowe fakes a retch, slowly relaxing again upon him dismissing the food.
He chuckles in agreement while lunging himself down onto the pull-out coach. His eyes fall to the device in Marlowe's hands, recognizing her mother's name. "Everythin' alright?"
She hums. "Yeah, yeah. I just..." While knitting her eyebrows, she concentrates back on formulating the right words. "...figured there's no need making matters worse by ignoring them."
JJ's stare wanders over her face, grazing every inch of her skin and those familiar features. Her eyes and nose and lips and chin. Admiration glazes his gentle eyes, and it makes his lips tug lopsidedly. His gaze lands upon a few stray strands of hair, and without much hesitation, he endearingly tucks them behind her ear.
Marlowe frees a content sigh after finally building up enough courage to send the text. She locks her phone, then places it on the wooden table screen-down.
