#ohrcmy

[text]: please come home. i miss you and i have those limitededition oreo’s you like.[text]: also, i think our toilet is haunted. it keepsmaking weird noises. [text]: either it’s possessed or throwing a fitbecause i flushed some weed down it yesterday when my cousin came for a surprise visit. [text]: i’m pretty sure it’s possessed, though. [text]: just fyi.

he couldn’t be expected to lie alone in his bed, huddled under thin sheets as the nightmare inducing sounds rumbled from his brother’s chest and clawed past his victim’s rosy lips just a room away. it was after the final fuck, you’re so fuckin’ hot, babe that mason was throwing on a pair of well worn sneakers and leaving them to it, latching the door perhaps just a little too loudly behind himself before setting his course down the hall. mason’s not sure how long it’s been, maybe twenty minutes or so, but when his heavy feet are rolling to a stop, it’s outside romy’s door. his fingers are curled, poised to rap against the aged wood when it’s creaking open, instead. what first hits him is the steam, clouding up his lungs and burning his cheeks. what hits him second is the sight, romy sunk down into the tub, bubbles plunging over the side as she looks on at him, lips parted in surprise. “am i intruding?” he starts, fingers going for the hem of his top. “and am i invited?”

      “  i got it !! i got the role !! oh, dios mío, i could cry !! i got in, i performed & they just gave me the role, just like that !! i’m going to be giselle !! quick, i’ve got to go --- --- i’m going out celebrating, but i’m so HAPPY i could die !!  ”

“ it’s beyond me why you never answer your fucking phone when it rings, but i wanted to let you know i managed to book a gig downtown tonight. rumor has it this talent scout is gonna be there, and i don’t know if he      or she, gender equality and all that      is gonna see anything in me, but i’m inviting you to come watch anyway. i mean, if you’re not busy flicking the bean to a bunch of horny strangers. i’ll text you the details, show up or blow up. byeeee. ”

addie: ayo wanna make some money and get your name out there?

the faucet handle creaks in protest as it turns, the last few meager droplets sinking to the shower floor when the pipes are closing off and he’s taking a careful, staggering step past the tub’s threshold. it’s by habit that he steams the entire room, builds up a hazy wall around the mirror that he later has to wipe away to deal with the goddamn mop that is an obnoxious head of curls, but tonight he can’t will his body to cooperate, only offering the half-hearted scrub of a towel over dripping hair before he’s heading off toward the bed.       he doesn’t recognize clothing as a necessity, not with the sluggish drag of his limbs, and maybe it’s the influence of his heroin-fueled stupor that nearly has him throwing his entire weight onto the mattress, putting forth an alarming lack of regard for the body already sprawled among the wrinkled sheets, comforter haphazardly kicked to the floor. he’s not sure how long he stands there, bowed over her form like he’s trying to figure out how to piece himself into this puzzle. “      rom, hey.” she’s only granting him a pathetic mew in reply, lifting a delicate hand to shrug the sheets over frail, shuddering shoulders, and mason can feel his patience leaving him almost as quickly as his lids slink shut. there’s a brief thought he spares to the couch, so warm and inviting just a room away, but it’s his body that makes the decision for him, scooping her carefully into the crook of his arms and scooting with some grace he’s never had onto the mattress. her nails are hooking into him, thigh sliding between the cool, damp touch of his own. her nose finds its way into the junction of his neck and shoulder like it belongs there, pink, sleep-slack lips whispering hushed, incoherent mumbles against his skin. “yeah, yeah, i’m here. you’re okay,” he’s yawning in weak reply, chin finding its place on the top of her head as his eyes give into the temptation to close. “g’night, princess.”

LOGAN: u can't sleep again?

[text] would throw a cactus at someone’s face?