#* eden

   ‘ he won’t bite hard, see, ’  they reach down to the dog, who chews on their fingers as soon as they’re within reach. they grab one of the chew toys they’d brought down from the apartment.  it’s about the size of their hand, blue and vaguely bone-shaped, riddled with teeth marks. he tries to take it out of their grasp, wrestling them for it.  ‘ he’s still a baby, he’s just gotta grow out of it. ’  /  @soulmissed

      ‘ it’s kind of --- maybe it’s too much. ’  the gift took an impressive show of strength just to get from the car into bonnie’s home.  it’s large and vaguely triangular, almost as tall as them, wrapped in brown paper and tied together with twine.  ‘ i’ll carry it upstairs for you. or wherever. ’   /   @transforms

   ‘ i don’t know, but i don’t like it. ’  they peer at the old, shiny coin in the palm of his hand --- noticeably, perhaps, they haven’t reached out for it themselves. it might be worth something to a collector or an antiquer, but eden doesn’t even like having looked at it for so long.  ‘ evidence or not, it’s bad. toss it. ’  /  @compendious

    ‘ i don’t know anything, ’  an easy lie, but a lie nonetheless. it isn’t so difficult to disguise anxiety as irritation. they keep their cup of coffee close, letting it warm their hands through the mug. they’re still drying off, trying to warm up. rain buckets down just outside the window of the little diner they’ve hidden away in; their hair’s still a little damp, curls already beginning to spring back. ‘ sometimes a coincidence is just a coincidence. ’  /  @halbermenschen