MILLER.

          i think i met your sister. the words make him stop rocking from side to side in the worn computer chair instantly and his stomach begins to twist into knots.   ❝   oh my god. ❞   the words are barely audible, still in a state of disbelief.    ❝   are you serious?? don’t fuck around with this kind of shit         ❞   he wasn’t sure why or if someone would lie about something like this, especially after only just meeting a short while ago, but the world was filled with some fucked up people who have probably done worse. he pauses for a moment, running a hand through his hair and letting out a breath he wasn’t even aware he had been holding.   ❝   how long ago? h-how do you know it was her? ❞  

          ❝ you say that like it’s my fault we didn’t have actual graham crackers. ❞ he had thought s’mores had been a good idea. the marshmallows were clearly a bit past the expiration date and maybe unsalted crackers weren’t the best substitute for graham crackers but he was trying to be creative. he looks down at the “s’more” in his own hands before taking a bite, chewing for a moment and then cringing at the taste. ❝ okay yeah you know what        you’re right. this is disgusting. ❞

             hands shoot up in defense quickly, a fake look of offense coming across his features. ❝ okay okay fine, homeowner dani... but can i ask one thing? ❞  he pauses for a moment before gesturing to the walls of the kitchen. a bit dirty from lack of cleaning since the world went to shit, sure        but the color was still clearly visible. ❝ why did you chose such a god awful color for this room? ❞

                  ❝ actually... i KNOW i’m hilarious. ❞

                 hey whats up fam consider this a starter call