[ why does she keep coming here? is she lonely, like me? is she bored? does she think i owe her something? i don’t know if i can deal with this right now. ]
‘ yo, if you’re going to keep breaking in… you could at least y’know, feed my fish or walk my dog. ’
his focus goes to flipper, rather than to darlene herself. dogs are a lot better than people. even if they piss in your bed.
‘ why are you here? ’
❝ your dog’s an asshole, but whatever.
❞ she’s casually pathetic ( to a specified degree ) by nature; walking around like you own the place is decidedly better than being hyper-aware that you don’t. she’s overconfident & zealous where her
— BROTHER is not.
she rocks back on her heels, a hand reaching absently to adjust the way her headphones wrap around her neck as her back seeks solace against the doorway.
❝ i didn’t know i needed a reason to be here.
❞
