You’re very lonely and you need a pet.
shaking hands quiver near his lips as his teeth bite nervously at his fingernails. a nasty habit he had acquired of the years and never seemed to go away. a chuckle quivered his in his chest as he searched through his brain for some kind of reply. ❝ i - i - i don’t think my mom would be okay with a pet. ❞ it wasn’t that she didn’t want her son to be happy and have a companion, but it was more money she would have to spend feeding and taking care of it. he didn’t need that kind of weight falling on his shoulders - she worked hard enough just to provide for the two of them. he hastily avoided the lonely aspect of her statement - no one needed to know. ❝ i’m allergic to most animals anyway - well, not all animals but most of them. cats, dogs, birds, i mean you name it really. ❞ he catches himself mid ramble, squinting his eyes shut as another laugh comes tumbling from his lips - completely out of his control.
parks & rec starters / accepting !
