#juli.

          yes , he’s followed them . any shame gone with the last dregs of the emptied beer he still holds by it’s neck , cursing under his breath as bare ankles brush past the thistles in the dark . he can’t see shit , canopied by trees that only allows slivers of moonlight through , so he’s thankful when they veer off what’s considered a path to those native to the town . with no man-made markers , it’s a process of trial and error in childhood that earns expertise in young adulthood ( eugh ) . they’re about to sit on the tops of recently slaughtered trees when he calls out to them .  ❛   what are you guys doing ?   ❜

          HE’S TESTING HIMSELF. seeing how long he can physically stand to stare at someone he knew from high school before dread and loathing overcome him. never got on with him, or any of his bandmates. teddy’s a joke and noah’s noah, dunno if there’s another one in penis of the diversion. feels revolted that the band name takes up even an iota of his memory. then there’s juli of course, and well juli didn’t like him first, which gives him enough imperative to hate him for the rest of his small, insignificant life. but he has to know. ‘   so you don’t like me ? or didn’t like me, or what ?   ’ he combines a shake of his head with a shrug, a flurry of motions that scream i don’t care, but actually i do.