#minjve

over the past few weeks, because of his late father’s impending birthday coming up, judas was a little bit more moody and distant than usual. most of the time he could be in the same room as someone else for a while before getting bored and leaving, and he could hold a conversation, but lately he couldn’t stand to be around anyone and if someone tried to talk to him, he ended up snapping at them. and he felt a little bad about that, but he couldn’t bring himself to care enough to apologize. he sat on the back patio with his knees pulled against his chest, cigarette dangling between his lips as his hand moved across the page of his sketchbook, drawing whatever randomly came to mind. he heard the door slide open and he glanced over his shoulder, catching sight of the person who had stepped outside. he nodded his head slightly in greeting, but didn’t say anything before turning back to his drawing.