kafkaesque: having a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality.
“It sounds good. I like CSI and those other shows so if its anything like that then I think I should like it. Have you seen Criminal Minds?” Sophia shrugged a little as she moved onto her side again, facing Jasper once more like she’d done earlier. She truly never felt like leaving until she knew everything there was to know about the mysterious raven haired boy. He kept so many things under wraps and she’d already cracked his shell, making her eager to do it again and find out another ounce of information. “A little late to ask.” The brunette smirked, before emitting a soft laugh.
He nodded and took a breath of the venomous fumes that would soon consume him in complete bliss, but only short-lived. He would outlive his family, of course, as well as his mother. It wasn’t a surprise, what with the constant drug abuse and drinking, he was bound to either kill his lungs or liver– maybe even both. “I have. It’s a good show, I got to admit.” It was, and he had binge watched for three days straight. The show was better than they made it out to be. "So– what did you get for Christmas last year?“ He asked, as if he were talking about dinner. "A toy? A doll? What do you girls like nowadays?”