emollient

"Well, shit. How long will it be before you’re 16?”

"You wanted the real age. Another year. I turned 15 last month."

"Well — in that case, that is definitely my card, babe."

"I'm happy now."

" —- Would you be sad if it wasn’t?"

"Very sad."

"If you’re unhappy with your job I could pull some strings and get you on my team and you could come travelling with me.. You’d have to be good with your hands though. You’d be working with cars."

"Not unhappy with it. It's not the best of jobs but I've been at it for over a year. Plus, I wouldn't be that helpful. I'm good with my hands but not with cars."

                   ❝Well, sheesh, lady —- suppose you’re                      aggravated; the more I’ll care to stay.                      Never said I was in charge, really. It’s                      your own choice, just givin’ you some                      friendly a d v i c e. ——- Hey, you got                      any pickles in this joint? M’starving.❞

                                   I'd give them to you?❞

"You can’t even cuddle your friends? Your job sounds shit. I thought mine was bad because I’m travelling for half the year but no cuddling? That’s way worse."

"Not even friends. It brings money in and I've made some decent friends through it. Travelling would probably be better than this."