𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 .

++ um -- [ pulling out his phone and scrolling through some texts . ] he said he was grabbing snacks . . . and he shouldn't be too long .

thank you , sir . [ offering a polite smile , stepping through the doorway . the house looked so different to his own , and yet . . . so similar . it was always a little odd . ] i'm sorry to barge in like this -- i don't mean to interrupt anything .

yeah , i just -- um . . . [ fidgeting with his hands . eyes remain averted -- he feels like he's out of place . sticking out like a sore thumb . ] i just -- don't really wanna be there right now , is all .

[ sheepishly standing in the doorway . ] , , , um -- hi , mr velvet . is it -- is it possible i could , um . . . stay here tonight ,, ? i-it's okay if not , i understand --

uh huh . [ nodding ! and then managing to somehow get the whole thing down . ] mm -- you made / way / too much . we're gonna be eating leftovers for days . [ better than takeout ! he plates a couple more pancakes and a spoonful of eggs . ]

[ looking up at his dad with half of a pancake sticking out of his mouth . ] . . . uhhhhhh wha' d' youh meah ??? [ going back to . demolishing a pancake . ]

sometimes , i wonder why she built that body with the ability to eat . [ picking up a whole pancake with his fork . ] [ and proceeding to shove the whole fuckin thing into his mouth . ]

𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑺

sweeeeet . [ adding an . . . unhealthy amount of both to his drink , mixing it together , taking a sip . man , he needed that . ] you must be crazy if you think i'm gonna eat all that . [ chuckling to himself -- it was a joke , mostly . he was starving . ]

[ it's a force of habit . give him a bit to adjust , he hasn't slept . ] . . . coffee sounds great . we got any creamer ? or any sugar at all . . ?

. . . [ wow , he was really trying hard . ] i can see that . one of my eyes still works . [ slumping down into a chair . ]

[ rubbing at his eyes -- he needs sleep . its been a couple days . ] what's this . . ? [ he hasn't turned that stove on in a week . he's kinda shocked it still worked . ]

[ the fuck . . . the house didn't smell like cigarettes . it was weird . ] [ forcing himself to exit his room , walking to the kitchen . ]

++ [ maybe he's blaming the wrong person . maybe he's taking out his anger on the wrong person . he was too lost in his emotions to think about it too much . ] [ so instead he grabs his book and vanishes in the blink of an eye . he needs to cool off . ]