Day 81: In Which They Movie
Elsa jumped as the sound of an explosion startled her awake. Narrowing her eyes at the flashing colors on the TV, she managed to identify a woman speeding through dimly lit corridors, a screeching melody growing louder and more frantic as the movie progressed.
"Ah, look who decided to wake up from her nap," he said in a mocking whisper.
She saw his smirk through her lashes, and she grunted, burying her face in the crook of his neck to shield her eyes from the harsh lights on the screen.
"Hey, come on, you're missing the best part." He nudged her with his chin.
Elsa begrudgingly opened her eyes, watching the movie for a couple of seconds before losing interest. It was too loud for her liking, and she failed to see the appeal of onscreen dismemberings.
"I think I'm gonna make some coffee," she mumbled, getting up from the couch.
"Want me to wait?"
"I honestly don't care."
"How can you even sleep in the middle of this gore fest?" Jack asked as he resumed the movie.
"If you've seen a physically inaccurate splash of fake blood once, you've seen them all."
He let out an affronted gasp. "You heretic."
"Bite me."
"Is that an invitation?"
Elsa lowered the coffee pot, and it clinked against the counter. She glanced at the living room, finding him looking at her, hands on cheeks and a rather pleased grin on his face.
"... Go back to your movie, you idiot."