WHERE MY EEL?

’   russel?   ’

———   THE   BLUE   BOY   peers   warily   around   the   jamb   of   the   door   to   his   friend's   bedroom,   eyes   attempting   to   penetrate   the   darkness.   it's   early,   if   noon   can   be   called   early.   noon   is   early   in   their   house.

’   r-russel,   there’s   a   spider.   there’s   a   spider   in   the   blender   and   i   fink—   i   fink   you   need   to   come   handle   it.   ’

           glancing up from his notebook, ( ---- where he was scribbling whatever, not really WRITING per say --- just doodling a pig. )  spiders were NOTHING, honestly & he really enjoyed watching the others scatter away in the sight of a arthropod.  even the ones that inject venom were pretty intense and sweet and if he wasn’t so worried about a spider dying so easily he would have a pet tarantula. 

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing| knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking |oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking |putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching |pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

MURDOC NARROWLY DODGES THE STICK, the instinctual flinch clearly born from a habit of survival. he doesn’t seem to pay too much attention to russel — he wants to get what he needs and get out. he takes a deep breath before immediately letting it out, long fingers closing around something. he’s got it ! god knows how, though, because why the hell is it in russel’s room ? either way, murdoc stands with a cruel smile. he loves to prove people wrong. 

“ there it goes. cheers, mate. “