"No one says knuckle sandwich anymore. And his face might have ran into my fist, if anybody asks..."
"It's on youtube."
Half of Chapman's face fell into a chagrined expression at Dina's words, which of course were accompanied by a smirk that seemed to run in the family. Llidya was sitting on a stool that was the only furniture lighted by the big screen television that Llidya had managed to get installed and paid for before her evil twin had frozen her accounts. Fortunately the water and electricity had been set up and running, and the building completed along with a few essential appliances before Guisseppe had given her the call about the lack of funds to pay for the job. Which was when Llidya had called Aryca and threatened evisceration, and Aryca had sent her a nice email back. And it had gone from there.
"...and you're not even listening to me anymore, are you?"
Llidya mentally shook herself and looked up to the screen that had the upper chest and face of Dina peering at her. Damn it. She hadn't been. "Sorry..."
She watched Dina shake her head, and go on about her not sleeping and how she needed to shove her pride where the sun didn't shine and ask for help. And then she asked about Ash. At that point Llidya started fiddling with her hair, which was a tell. She did that only when she wasn't being completely honest about something.
"I left him a note."
She watched through the corner of her eye the exact replica of her own narrow between those mocha colored lids. Dina set down an ultimatum, and Llidya began to pout, and then said a good bye with a sigh, and grabbed up her keys. A mocking mouthing of Dina's final words left her lips as she made her way to the bike and back to the pack house.
