sonofapie:

         _{( honestly, he composes himself, impounding
           his figure with an aura of detachment & a
           preoccupied stature, permitting a brush of
           verdant eyes across the dim ceiling lights. )}

        _{❝ damn. now you’re just screwin’ around
           with me, it hasn’t been more than a few
           months. if i didn’t know any better, i’d
           say you just wanna see me hurtin’. ❞}

     _{( the rucksack lowers atop of a nigh table, a
       barely lasting stretch cresting in his lips, only
       putting an end for an ACTUAL scan of his
       surroundings & an upright eyebrow quirk. )}

                        _{❝ ———you alone here? where’s ellen? ❞}

❝mom went to town for a
booze run. ash is— some
where, who knows.❞ 

she’ll tuck a spare hair or two
behind her ear, giving a short
shrug. suppose she’ll stop
being petty, now. probably.

the younger gives him a once-over.
but she can'tlook too closely. she
 won’t give him the satisfaction of
cracking wise, had he caught her. 

❝— so, where'd you 
come from?❞ 

she’ll just keep working,
anything to seem painfully
disinterested.