#onlyapup

-cocks eyebrow- Yeaaaaa. Not suggesting that at—w-wha? -frowns at her disappointed expression- What I do this time? You saw the meat, huh? Bought that. This time. Honest. Okay, yea, I got the cash fro—present? -looks at cake- … -stares at cake- …is that supposed to be my— -howls out a laugh- GOD. That is—

There was light hair, and carnations, but they drifted in and out of Ophelia's eyes.  No, she was far away, far far away, where there was pain and death and shatterings, and it was too much, too much.

Can I, Wucchini, have both?

-skips songs on stolen iPod- The frick. This must have belonged to some pre-teen kid... -stops and grins-

Faint yet golden rays peeked in between closed shutters. They lit dust in the small room in their travel to the bed, their fingers prying and prodding the outline underneath the covers till they reached the face of the man lying on his stomach. Fen held his phone close to his eyes and squinted at the time as if he could manipulate time and edge it to seven at night instead of seven in the morning. To no avail, his shift at Starbucks blaring at him as time changed to 7:01, Fen sat up with a groan, his abrupt movement shaking the light off him and sentencing the stagnant dust into a disarray of twirls and spirals intertwined by sunlight. Not bothering to make the bed, Fen strode out to the apartment’s main room.

Though the apartment was made for two people at most, what could be called the living room had blankets and pillows strewn about—the remains of several kids in the Pack. Fen made his way over the mess, kicking, grabbing, tossing anything from pillows to cellphones. Aside from them, the apartment was bare, stark, and clutching at the memory that he and Liu had only moved in two days ago after months of him legally earning his way through. It was the least he, the one who wasn’t enrolled in school, could do.

What could pass of as the kitchen was only a few feet away. He could see white strands encompassing the morning light, creating miniscule sunrays which flitted and arched according to the angled shoulders behind them. It was a sight to admire, to revere and leave undisturbed. And it was a sight that he could now experience every day.

“’morning.”