[ it shouldn't surprise alisha that rudy is arguing with himself over something incredibly daft. it's what she would expect from him — stupidity. it's how she remembers him. at a distance, she finds herself smiling — just a little bit — at seeing that rudy hasn't changed much (if at all) since she, well, left. it's not something she likes to bring up around him, her having tasted blood in her own mouth, since he cries and slobbers and snot goes everywhere — and she very much prefers to be in denial about that part of her life. she doesn't want to cry. she doesn't want to miss him. because she's here and she's not buried in the dirt — cold, alone, and completely and utterly forgotten. ]
[ god, he is so fucking annoying. ]
[ alisha approaches with a coffee in her hands and a frown. ] Are you finished moaning about yourself?
bypassing reunions to save it for later
[ god, he is so fucking annoying. ]
[ alisha approaches with a coffee in her hands and a frown. ] Are you finished moaning about yourself?