silver & flint + 46
46. “Shut up, I am a delight!”
This is a silly little Modern AU thing. I hope that’s alright!
“I think Max hates me. She’s stopped replying to my messages,” Silver said, flopping down onto the sofa next to Flint with a sigh.
“What did you do?” said Flint, without bothering to look up from the book in his hand.
Silver scoffed indignantly. “Did I say it was my fault?”
“No,” Flint said, turning the page, “I just tend to assume with you.”
“That’s so rude,” said Silver, picking at a loose thread on his jeans absently.
“And yet, I doubt I’m wrong. What did you do?” Flint repeated.
“Nothing! I just sent her some…quite long messages with quotes in them,” Silver said, shifting slightly.
Flint finally looked up, expression knowing and unimpressed. “How many?” he asked.
“Messages or quotes?” said Silver.
“Whichever is the more incriminating number,” Flint said, eyebrow arched accusingly.