#harley is Not back in her thinking era read with ur eyes closed thnx

[ofcapers]

lili was far from a technician. it was a lot of googling – then, eventually, caving and fucking some kind of engineering ( or something like that ) major to get the smoke alarm in her dorm disabled. worth it, however, considering the amount she smoked in her room. not to mention the fact she wouldn’t be surprised to find out her aunt had some system rigged to get emergency sos notifications if that stupid alarm had ever triggered in lili’s dorm. dean maddox was a crazy bitch, in the most affectionate terms you could think of.

she watched chan from where she lay on her bed, joint lazily brought to her lips as he talked through the statistics of their deal. whatever. at least someone cared. even if she knew it was to save his own ass above it all. “who the fuck is joyce?” she mumbled, unsure if she actually wanted the answer. “winona ryder from stranger things? don’t really care for it. i’ll take her in beetlejuice or, like, when she was arrested for shoplifting.” even though she was sure he was talking about some much nerdier joyce somewhere else. “not going crazy over the professor if that’s what you’re asking.” chan sucked at small talk. a trait that you’d think would make lili’s hatred for it even worse. surprisingly, the opposite effect. he was perhaps the only person she could watch fumble through a conversation about their summers without interrupting with a ‘ shut the fuck up ’ request. “was fine. nothing that crazy.” an understatement for sure, but she didn’t actually want to talk about her summer. “want some?” the joint held out toward him, though she made no effort to get up.

location: lili's bedroom for: @ofcapers

“this essay’s only going to get you an 88, but you’re still going to average out to a 92 for the semester,” chan says as he places the papers stapled-together onto lili’s desk. “we can’t have you turning into joyce overnight and raising suspicions.” it’s true, chan and lili have been meticulously careful about these acts of academic disintegrity, but that hasn’t stopped chan’s fears that he’s gotten sloppy somewhere that he didn’t realize.

he leans against the door of lili’s dorm room and looks at her, awaiting for his payment in the form that only she could deliver. “how’re you doing, by the way?” he asks. small talk doesn’t come naturally to him, so the words sound robotic coming out of his mouth, but it’s a feat that they’re coming out at all – chan may not believe in courtesy toward his elders, but he sure does believe in courtesy toward your drug dealer. “i didn’t really get to hear about your summer last time i stopped by, what did you get up to?”