his frame is hidden underneath a dark green, matching sweat suit - irritating courtesy of his mother - with beads of sweat melt down his visage as his arms push upward with him, running at a steady pace. for a man who HUFFS AND PUFFS merely when he walks up a flight of stairs , it’s quite surprising he was able to quicken his pace fast enough to catch up to melisa when he sees her with a bundle of leashes in her hand. “ hey , mel ! ” there’s a gloomy story behind this, in spite of the smile on his face as he approaches her. a feeling of dejection ; loneliness that creeps into his bones so quickly & a tendency to cling on to the first person he sees in hopes that it heals his isolation of some sort. ALAS , a gloomy story he shakes off . “ drop the dogs off somewhere , let’s light up . ” he’s aware it isn’t that easy, what it being her job and all, but imagine it was. “ you smoke ? do they smoke ? ”
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