#dcs-unwanted

Sean sat up, “One; weed is not a drug.” He scratched the inside of his ear with his little finger. “And two; I’m not saying my soul specifically is dying, but if we were to use me as an example.”  His brow furrowed, getting a better view of the gerbil. “Poor thing.”  He commented to himself, pouting momentarily. “Anyway, I could leave this city, but I choose to stay because it’s my home. Yada yada all that other bs, but yeah, I’m not lookin’ to leave just because everything’s shit.” He shifted from the stool to actually sitting on the table top. “Lets unpack that last bit you just said there.” Sean crossed one leg over the other.