#kavsdream

he’s currently on his way back from one of these visits, feeling recharged and nostalgic and sporting a new, handcrafted scarf as per tradition. normally he’d take the t and be done with it but for whatever reason, he hangs around downtown, beat up backpack hanging off one shoulder, nursing a cup of coffee and wishing he had a cigarette. maybe he’s not quite ready to go back to summer courses and being the new adam.

kevin is a fucking dick. usually, his medication throws him so far up that this fact amuses him more than it pisses him off — but andrew is sober today because fuck parole and he honestly fucking hopes kevin falls into his fucking litter box. he can’t fucking stand to look at him he’s so angry ; he has half the mind to leave the apartment door open just so that he’ll run away but knowing kevin he’d probably stay right where he fucking left him because he’s a fucking dick. andrew stubs out his half smoked cigarette out on the stoop beside him and lights another one, flicking the bud into the street.

  about twenty hours have passed since he left the house. misaki’s been at the skatepark for nineteen of them. he was asleep for six. currently, he’s sat crossed legged in the middle of the empty bowl, leaning back on his hands to glance up at the sky with a cigarette tucked between two of his fingers. there’s a high possibility that he’ll spend the rest of the night here, too. they should have never given him a key to the gate.