#cosmo.

okay so we're on uh day ----- day three? no sleep. three--- no wait, it's thursday, right? fucking saturday. shit man. fuck that's no good. god, no wonder he fucking stinks. three days no sleep no shower is bad enough but --- that's five instead right? or four. four? fuck. basic maths gone too. shaky hands tap pockets. no wallet. wuh oh. sunglasses, though. this is good. sunglasses on. gum? gum! stunning, love gum, hate chewing jaw. he stops to check his reflection in a store window.

yikes.

                 he’s feeling a little fidgety today, not entirely sure why  --- could be the five cups of coffee, could be the two hours of sleep, might even be the barista who knew his name and complimented his rings earlier, who knows!  foot tapping loudly against the leg of his chair, he’s chewing his cheek. 

         " you ever been to vegas? “   cosmo has a love / hate relationship with the place. his parents used to drag him to the strip once a week so they could hit the casinos, giving him a few hours to roam around. not a fan of people, or crowds, or the  smells,  when he was younger it wasn’t so entertaining. as a teen, though, there was nothing better.

      " i’ve been uh ---  doing  research  for a piece i’m writing and a friend of mine -- yours ---  ours,  a  mutual  friend sent me your way. “    now cosmo is beginning to fear that nox might have sent him into a trap. that little shithead has always hated cosmo, always been out to get him, what better way to do that than sending him to a hitman with no effort at all? 

       " i'm not very good at keeping things alive. plants, pets, anything. can’t tell you how many fish have floated on my watch. a friend of mine --- they’re uh.... witchy  i guess? they suggested naming my plants after friends. something about connected souls or energy or whatever, i don’t know, i’m not great at the spiritual shit. i got a bunch of succulents, cacti, that kind of thing. it’s been two months.