𝖪𝖠𝖱𝖤𝖵，‍ ‍𝖠𝖫͟𝖤͟𝖷.

mother, did you not understand ﹖ mother, i was starved by your side. i was born with my father's sharp — taking teeth.

aggravation. it flared. yet she wouldn’t let it show, knowing just how much enjoyment he was getting out of this. “ fine ! now open the door ! ”

“ let me in ! ” if she wasn’t as tired as she was, perhaps she would have been laughing at the whole situation. “ I just want to come in , eat , shower and sleep . and not even necessarily in that order . ”

“ you know , it would actually be far less painful to walk back to the hospital and get my keys — . . ” fingers pry at the crack of the door, in a pitiful attempt to open it for herself. a huff. “ link sucks? ”

“ let me in , alex. ” a boring password. head tipping to the side to catch a better glimpse of her rather smug, chip-smuggling husband.

how very dare you .

you said you accept trades .

no ?

that’s a poor reference for your application , sir.

a pencil.

FILL OUT A FORM , KAREV.

she’s taking husband applications.

is that so?