possibly, maybe.
@sillagc has chosen a fighter: quinn !!
currently feeling: bored. out of his fucking mind.
quinn thought he really should find something better to do. maybe a hobby like golf, painting, the piano, knitting - crocheting. all he did was wait around all day, occasionally dicking around on his tablet. he was always on standby in case his asshole father wanted him to play assistant or secretary again, sometimes bait. but it was the end of the week, and quinn, chin on his hand, elbow propped up against the counter. his cup of coffee was cold, untouched - mostly a prop late into the day. he waited for his beloved best friend to finish work and finally clock out. not that bob did much work to begin with. “are you done? i’m withering away over here.”
