#convenientfragility

but you are too precious 2 cry ):

        she's walks out the door faster than intended, becoming slightly dizzy         from swinging the door open so fast. but he soon regains her stance         and pads towards the male plopped upon her lawn. her lawn. “ can         i h-help you or are you l-lost or something --- ? ” sassy, sassy.

“ you're a migraine. ” which, alright, that might be a bit of an exaggeration. he's not that bad, tonight is just one of those 'someone shit in my corn flakes & i want to start a fight' kind of nights. needless to say though, yes he remembers him ; they've had only one or two encounters, but that doesn't mean he hasn't stuck. a cigarette is lifted to his mouth, hand cupping the end as he ignites it, taking in a large puff. “ -- you have anything useful on you ? like-- weed or something. ”

WOULD YOU LIKE ONE

i dont think so he is just mad at everyone ever help

          "----... C-Can I help y-you?"

much realization