#* open !

       “ why do i get the feeling that you don’t believe me ? ” pencil drums against the stack of papers in front of him , head bowing when he tears his gaze away from the other . benji was aware of how shifty the situation appeared on the surface but the lack of trust still stung nonetheless . “ if you don’t want me to tutor her anymore , that’s fine but you have to be the one to tell her ... ” shoulders shrug, feigning nonchalance . “ — and you have to find another person for me to tutor since i need the money . ” there’s more he’d like to say but bottom lip is pulled between his teeth to resist the urge to say what’s on his mind . 

      “No, get this - He turns himself into a PICKLE! He’s called PICOLAS CAGE! Funniest shit I’ve EVER seen!”

  . ﾟ * ｡ ･         “ if you don’t settle down you’ll rip your stitches,  and i’d really rather you didn’t do that ---- i’m quite proud of those. ”   

        ‘   i’m doing something terribly wrong.    ’      matthias was craddling his daughter who wouldn’t stop crying.       ‘    she’s fed, i changed her diaper...  i don’t know  what is wrong.     ’      he was worried that something was wrong but he couldn’t figure out what.  he pressed his lips against his daughter’s temple trying soothe her.

❝   WHAT  ,  your  mother  never  bothered  to  teach  you  that  staring’s  rude  ?   ❞   /   OPEN

      “There are very few things in this world that make me angrier than hot dogs with a horrible bun-to-dog ratio.”