you form a terror pack (and i'm aware of that)

“Can I help you?” TK snarks, both eyebrows hiked up in a way that has earned her many elbow checks to the ribs.The chick looks down her nose, long thick eyelashes fluttering. Red-bitten lips part to blow a florid pink bubble and TK can smell the chemical sweetness when it pops.“Yeah,” she says in this monotonous voice that seems almost at odds with her bubble gum and neon skates. She jams her stopper into TK’s thigh again, literally inches away from where it’dreallyhurt. “Tie ‘em.”