That truly makes her smile: sincere, grateful. “I like the way you talk.” Becca mumbled, a small flattery exchange for the support. It reminded her that there was a world outside of Hawkins. Detroit, Boston… Worse, but sure there’s better.
After a long silence, she decided to find some sort of atonement or, at least, a confirmation. “I punched him.” Becca licked her lips and shrugged a bit. “When I heard him talking about me, I punched him.” you can only imagine how poorly he was talking about her for Becca ( a wrestler? a pushover!! ) to punch him right in the face. “I shouldn’t have. But…” Becca sighed and shook her head. “How can you handle being heartbroken without punching someone or crying in front of everybody?”
lips curving & azure blues brightening laurie couldn’t help the snicker that passed through smiling lips as she changed stance comfortably . she was ecstatic , the blonde always supported those who stood up for themselves; even if it did sometimes resolve in violence . ❛ good on ye’ the little bitch deserved it ! ❜ the belfast born assures the other as mustard jumper covered arms fold themselves across her across , a l m o s t looking a little smug . ❛ forget about him , you did well by punching him; i’m proud of you ! besides , that guy isn’t worth your tears … you just gotta show that dumbass what he’s missing & find someone better . ❜