#walkrman

“ everything’s fine, kid.  really. ... y’need help getting back to sleep...? ”

“look, kid, i’m not in the mood. cut to the chase.”

&. @walkrman

the steady drip that’s been leaking out of marvin’s kitchen sink faucet has been driving whizzer up a wall and he’s finally taken it upon himself to fix it. the hints, few of which were subtle, that marvin should fix it or find someone else to fix it had fallen upon deaf ears. it was probably cheapest to just do it himself, plus the busy work was welcome of course-- he’d still complain to marvin later about having to do it, however.

“--would you stop that?”

              ❝      𝑱𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵, 𝑰 𝑪𝑨𝑵'𝑻  wash all your clothes unless you put them in the hamper where they belong. i swear, sometimes you’re TOO MUCH LIKE-      ❞    / @walkrman​

             ❝     𝑶𝑯 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻, 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑼𝑳 !!   ❞        in this moment she doesn’t think about the loaded looks passed between her ex-husband and his ex-lover. the murmurs of SURROUNDING FAMILIES on the bleachers. the uncomfortable worry that the delicate balance her life has reached may soon be TIPPED OFF-KILTER once more. all she focuses on is jason’s arms thrown around her waist in a tight, excited grasp :  the scent of grass and dust and sweat clinging to his hair as she rains kisses down upon his face.       ❝    𝑰'𝑴 𝑺𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼.   ❞