#* bodhi.

Rolling over in bed, a mattress on the ground which was filled with old blankets he’d taken from Skylar, and opened his eyes. He wasn’t sure what time it was. He had half a mind to go back to sleep, but he had a headache. (Or, more likely, a hangover.) Groaning, he rolled over in bed and padded out of his bedroom to open the fridge. He squinted as the light shone out. None of the containers which had been sent home with him looked like anything he wanted to open. Slamming the door shut, he shot a glance towards the clock. Six a.m. and he didn’t even work today.

He glanced in the direction of the shut door right off of the kitchen. Phoenix didn’t knock, simply threw it open before flinging himself onto the bed and directly into his brother’s sleeping form. “Bodhi! It’s morning! Time to get up and entertain your favorite person in teh whole world!”

MAT!

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Father dearestwhat your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: let it go from frozen bc KALEmy muse’s last text to your muse: [ OUTGOING MESSAGE: Father dearest ] HEY can you fix my car??? it made that coughing noise you told me to stop calling that coughing noise

“I was walking through the woods and I didn’t have any pants on. The air was ice cold. Like, colder than it gets here. I couldn’t feel my legs. So I walk deeper in and I see this guy. He’s just standing there. Then he turns around and he doesn’t have eyes. I’m not even gonna tell you what I saw when he opened his mouth.”