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“This is a little different,” Ty growled, holding up his game controller pointedly

“Same principal Aiettingzombies”

Ty sighed sharply and tossed aside the controller, glaring at the paused television screen

“You’reaside his own controller in favor of a bowl of chips He put his feet on the coffee table and hastily crunched his way through a few chips, before belatedly offering the bowl to Ty

“Get your filthy feet off the coffee table,” Colby’s voice called frolanced over his shoulder in tiloop on her face, and a couple of curlers in her bangs, shuffle her way to the kitchen

“The fuck is up with that stuff on her face?” Ty whispered to Chance, who shrugged disinterestedly before fishing another chip from the bowl

“Is it the green gunk? Or the gray, ce stuff?”

“Green”

“Fucked if I know It smells like cucumbers Makes her look like a tiny Shrek”

Ty snorted

“She has so irritable “Always seems to pop out of the henever I put my feet on the table”

“Maybe don’t put your feet on the coffee table,” Ty suggested “It’s a disgusting habit”

“Whatever Well? Are you going to tell uess?”

Ty ran a restless hand through his hair “I sent her flowers

“You did?” Chance’s voice was filled with unholy glee He didn’t bother to ask who Ty was talking about “What did she do?”

“Nothing Not one word No text, email, or phone call”

“What were you hoping for?”

“I don’t know An opening, ain Does she ever talk to you…about me?”

Chance took ahis lips, and shaking his head “Not at all And if I happen to es the subject”

He set the bowl aside and sprawled, long legs stretched out in front of him and folded at the ankles