#kenneth posts;

     "Do you always spend this time nagging your neighbors, or am I just special?"

"You don’t know a thing about me.” He practically snarls as he looks at his neighbor with red-rimmed eyes; nostrils flaring and throat thick. He hadn’t expected anyone to come to his apartment. Not since she was taken from him. But he supposed the lack of noise could be worrying to some. Likehe had finally offed himself and was a corpse just waiting tostink up the complex or something. At that moment, though,Kenny couldn’t care less about what anyone thought of him.None of that mattered now. He doubted it really had to beginwith.                                    ”I lost her, Angela.” He laughs —- a short,                                     bitter sound as he stares through rather                                    than at the girl standing before him. “And                                    I’m never going to get her back. She’s with                                    her real family now.” The emptied bottles                                    at his feet were cause for the slight slur in                                    his voice, but the admission was all him. He                                    probably needed to tell someone before the                                     truth ate him up and spit him out completely.                                     “And now —— I have nothing. And there’s no                                    point of living through something if there’s                                    nothing to survive for.” He should have been                                    a life coach or motivational speaker instead of                                     a musician, clearly. 

"---are you supposed to be out this late?"

"Whatever noise you think you heard, you're wrong." He speaks with a small smile to make his words seem charming even if  they really aren't. 

He stands there with his arms crossed over his chest as he narrows his eyes at her. Itwas one thing to come over and nag him aboutkeeping the noise level down while she was trying to sleep —- but it was another thing forher to do it while in his chair. And he warnedher to get up; he did. But she refused to listenand so now he has to resort to desperate measures. “Hold that thought.” He raises hishand as though to shush her as he takes longstrides over to her —- not thinking twice before flopping sideways onto her lap and turning hishead to look at her. His expression nothing shortof smug as he does so. “Okay, go on.”