you're on your own, kid
"I JUST HAVE TO WAIT THREE DAYS. THREE DAYS AND EVERYTHING IS BACK TO NORMAL. OR, THREE DAYS, AND I GET TO FINALLY GO ON THAT MISSION I'VE ALWAYS DREAMED OF."
tlou hbo ff // ellie x fem!oc
i do not own the last of us
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CHAPTER FIVE “IT SAYS... TIGER”
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RUMMAGING WAS WHAT WOKE UP a dazed and confused Noah that morning, and she tried to ignore it at first, but soon it became absolutely unbearable. She huffed and flung the blanket off of her, turning over to sit up and look into the room. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, but once they did, she found her brother pushing and pulling open and closed the drawers on the dresser on the opposite wall. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, and watched him silently for a second, seeing him pull out two pistols from the bottom drawer.
“What the hell are you doing?” Noah hissed, her voice croaky, still thinking she was asleep.
Aidan’s head snapped around in surprise, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face once he realized he’d been caught. “Oh, uh, nothing. Just go back to sleep, Tiger.”
“Are you kidding?” Noah frowned, turning herself so her feet hit the carpeted floor, ready to get up if he tried to run from her questions. Not even the stupid nickname was going to solve this situation, whatever the situation was. “You just took out two pistols, and you expect me to ‘go back to sleep’?”
“What? What pistols?” Aidan tried to hide it still.
Noah groaned at his stubbornness, getting up and pulling them from behind his back. She swung the two from each of her fingers. “These fucking pistols, Aidan. What the hell are you doing?”
