#flats.start

NICOLAI : the wind is brisk and i might die so if this is the last text i ever send , break into my apt and take care of my pokemon cards ):

     “ what would a normal twenty-three year old do on a day off ? i’m not as useless i swear, but my three year old insisted i take her to day care because she would much rather hang out with her friends. ” sire says, and he doesn’t mean to sound completely lost but, well usually he doesn’t have spare time and nothing to do. he doesn’t like it, he’s always gotta be busy or something. “ hey, quit laughing this is serious,  ”

 to  say  the  very  LEAST  ,  it  had  been  a  r  o  u  g  h  afternoon  for  noel  flores.  FIRST  ,  the  walk  to  work  included  nearly  being  obliterated  by  a  pigeon.  NEXT  ,  work  just  generally  sucked  ,  though  that  was  common  ,  he  had  hoped  work  would  at  least  be  smooth.  LAST  ,  well  ,  all  he  wanted  was  a  damn  water  from  the  vending  machine  before  working  out  ,  and  of  course  the  machine  just  has  to  steal  his  dollar.  maybe  it’s  not  a  BIG  deal  ,  but  he  was  absolutely  over  this  day.    “  jesus  fucking  –––  i’m  sure  i  deserve  karma  ,  but  what  the  fuck  is  happening  today  ?!    ”  his  foot  lifts  ,  landing  a  loud  THUD  against  the  machine  ,  to  no  avail.  “  piece  of  fucking  –––  ”  he  realizes  that  all  him  kicking  the  machine  did  was  catch  the  eye  of  whoever  had  been  passing  by.  “  don’t  think  STARING  is  going  to  help  anyone  in  this  situation.  ”  his  tone  was  soft  ,  but  laced  with  annoyance.