@jonahdelux //
work days were long, but asran found his days off clung on far longer. there was only so much to do in a lonely apartment, especially one filled with moving boxes he’d so used to seeing that he’d just given up on unpacking them, but after transitory hours spent entangled in his bed sheets and pajamas, he’d willed himself up an out. slid into the convenience store and onto the bus, he knew his destination but couldn’t quite swallow it. if anyone knew listlessness like the kind that had made a home in his bones, it would be jonah, that was the thought that kept him going until his knuckles were inches away from the door.
a heavy pause, bottles rattle in the paper bag, before concession, and his hand came in contact with the wood, “ hey jonah, “ raised his voice, london lilt blossoms between syllables, “ it’s me, asran, sorry i didn’t call before hand but, “ looks around, as if in search for his next words, “ i’ve got booze, “
