#peaches threads

                    he sits up abruptly from where he lounged on the couch beside kasi , shuddering , shaking out his shoulders as if he had been sitting longer for ten minutes and everything had fallen asleep .  it hadn’t .  large hands settle on hips , switching between scratching at his chin as he began to pace .  “ kasi ....  i ------ i can’t do this . ”

     “ i’m not trying to pull the saddle over your eyes or anythin’ i swear on god .  i even got a video of the fuckin’ ghoul , kasi ------- HEY stop laughin’ , i ain’t kiddin’ !!  the house is haunted and we gotta move . ”

          a  SMIDGEN  too  high     --  though  thankfully  only  marijuana  --     to  be  driving  to  his  girlfriend’s  home  at three  in  the  morning  ,  but  the  issue  is  too  PRESSING  to  wait  .   squinted  eyes  lock  onto  her  door  ,  hand  coming  up  to  drum  a  rhythmic  beat  upon  the  solid  wood  .  “  baby  ,  it’s  me  .  ”  and  had  peaches  been SMART  he  would  have  remembered  to  grab  her  spare  key  off  of  his  dresser  instead  of  the  more  IMPORTANT  item  lain  beside  it  .  “ wake  uuuuuuup  ,  let  me  in !! ”  laughter  falls  in  bubbling  peals  ,  remembrance  of  the  andre  meme  as  another  beat  makes  its  way  unto  the  door .  “  let  me  in  ! ! !   LET  ME  IN  ! ! !  ”