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01:08
“You know you can go to sleep Emmett. I can handle doing the rest alone.” Elle said, fingers flying over the keyboard, eyes glancing over two book spread over he table.
Emmett scoffed. “Where? In your bed?”
Elle smiled. “Yea. It’s late and I dont want you to drive the whole way home to your apartment.”
“Where will you sleep?”
“Emmett, you’re thin as a branch, the beds huge. I have enough space, even if there were three more people sleeping in it. Trust me I’ve checked.”
Emmett chuckled.
“I’ll just ask you to revise it tomorrow- uh today. Basically tomorrow. You haven’t got work then cuz it’s Sunday.” She glanced at her friend. “Unless you’ve been lying to me for the last… three weeks.”
Emmett still didn’t move an inch from where he was leaning against the wall next to the desk. He just kept looking at her and smirking. Not saying a word.
Elle stopped typing to look at him directly. “I guess I’ve gotta used to that though. Since you’re a lawyer.”
That got another amused huff from Emmett.
“ We are. Also Layers don’t lie. That much. We just… twist the truth a bit-“
“Like you’re doing right now.”
“Sharpen the edges. Sink our teeth into our opponents soft flesh and win the trial.”
Elle giggled. “ Sink our teeth - like sharks?”
Emmett grinned. “Sure. Just imagine them as poor unsuspecting fish. Innocently swimmin’ around the reef. Shopping for colorful pretty scales or the hottest new fin designs.”
He finally moved from his leaning tower of Pisa position and walked around the desk, stopping behind her.
“Not realizing that their demise is just around the corner waiting for the perfect moment to strike -“
He suddenly grabbed her shoulders, Elle squealing at the motion, and pulled her backwards to look up at him.
“And devour them whole.”
The two stared at each other. Bruiser looked up from his little bed to give them want looked like a stinky side eye.
Emmetts breath hitched and he suddenly felt weirdly tingly and hot, so he quickly let go of her shoulders and cleared his throat.
“So yeah. Like- uh- like sharks I guess. Each trial is a win for your piggy bank, and dinner for your internal predator.”
Elle recovered from her small shock and giggled again. “A lot of eating and dinner mentions. You hungry Emmett?”
Emmett laughed and waved. “Haha no, no ‘m fine-“
His stomach growled; interrupting him and demolishing the point of that sentence.
There was a short beat of silence in which both of them looked surprised and amused.
Emmett coughed. “ Wow. My stomach has better comedic timing than me.”
Elle laughed at that.
“Which is why I became a lawyer and not a comedian.”
He walked over to Elles shelf, tempted to grab a can of redbull but ultimately deciding against it. He figured if he was going to sleep, he’d rather not have it take him 40 minutes to do so.
“I don’t invent funny stories. I wash them, rinse them, and use the cleaned version of them to protect my client.”
Elle watched him for a few seconds before cramming around in one of her bags, and tossing him a half eaten sandwich from earlier today- or yesterday.
“Like.. an alibi?”
Emmett caught it after unintentionally juggling and throwing into the air for a few hot seconds.
“Ye- uaH- nope! Nope ! Dammi- got it. Yea. Yea exactly that was- that was what I was referring to.”
Reflexes were the tiniest bit slower than normal. His energy was starting to wear off he supposed.
“Are you gonna make more?”
The young man was mid-bite as the blonde asked him.
“Mo wha?”
“Finish chewing!” Elle shook her head, disgusted. “More allegories, then having me guess what you mean.”
“Oh.” He swallowed. “ I dunno. Maybe tomorrow if you want we can continue this. My brain really is going on random… uh.. I dunno it’s just staying- staying- saying stuff.”
Emmett’s head felt like it actually glitched.
“ Man , you’re right I gotta sleep more, this is not normal”
“Told ya” Elle smiled triumphantly. Then she closed the laptop, put a pencil in each book to mark the page before closing those as well and stacking them neatly at the edge of her desk.
“Now,” she started, clapping her hands together, “we’re gonna brush our teeth. Put on our Pyjamas and-“
“Elle I literally don’t have them with me.”
Elle thought for a moment then sighed. “Well… just unbutton your shirt so that you’re comfortable and don’t choke and… you can just. Shower in the morning.
“Unless you wanna borrow one of mine. They’re pink though.”
At that Emmett had to giggle. As if it mattered that they’re pink. “Thanks Elle for the offer, but they’re not gonna fit me. You’re kinda short.”
“Well excuse me, You’re also not very tall for a guy” Elle retorted, gasping in mock offense.
They just left it at that, and went to bed with no other discussions or arguments.
After three minutes of laying comfortably in bed, Elle had to get up again however, as Bruiser hasn’t gotten his goodnight kiss and with his big black eyes and quiet tragic whimpers clearly demanded one.
A minute later, Emmett also had to crack open his eyes and sit up as bruiser apparently also wanted him to kiss him goodnight.
As that was settled too, Elle and Emmett could both close their eyes for real this time.
At around 1:46 they finally fell asleep.