“Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" and nursey/dex for the prompt thing
Dex trips down the front steps of the Haus.
He wishes he could say he was drunk, wishes he could blame it on the bucket of tub juice currently being manned by Ollie and Wicks. But no, he’s stone cold sober, and had been intent on making a hasty escape when he lost his footing and missed a step. He lands all wrong on his ankle, and it hurts to put weight on it, breath hissing through his teeth. The fucking steps would’ve been fixed this morning if Ransom hadn’t decided that he needed to change the oil on his car right away, and Dex had somehow gotten roped into that. So now, here he is, sitting on the front lawn of the Haus cradling his ankle in his hands. Thankfully the season is over, but there’s music rattling the windows and he’s pretty sure if he leans the right way he’ll still be able to see Nursey making out with Mike from their poli-sci class. Mike with his blonde hair and blue eyes and stupid chill attitude.
Dex hates him.