
a heavy sigh leaves her && she drops to sit next to him, cross legged && leaning back, picks at her already chipped nail varnish. “someone looks like they’ve got some angsty bullshit going on – been there done t h a t” grimaces at her nails but doesn’t look at him. hisses when she catches skin instead of paint. “i’ve been told i’m not a great listener but i’m pretty good at bitching about people i don’t know && i have nothing else to do.”












