“nothin’ complicated. it’s a car roll. you know what a car roll is right? surely—“ his voice isn’t *friendly, but it’s calm enough to invite further conversation as he leaves door open but travels to the couch.
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you’d think he’d never used a coffee machine before; the way his hands pawed at the top of it as if trying to crush it with his might. the solution? he hadn’t even turned the thing on. “does the world hate me that bad that I can’t even have some caffeine?” —
but; colt *knows it’s not his fault. as much as he wants to take his frustration out on him, he’s a good guy and can’t bring himself to do it, so instead, he inhales harshly; exhale follows. —
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usual evening. have a beer, watch a movie, cook dinner — which by that; meant throw a ready-made meal in the microwave and pretend it tastes good.
and then to end his evening, throw on taylor swift and look at old texts from his ex girlfriend, jody —
@AVERAGESTUNT fuck 、he glances to the opposite brick wall where a dumpster sat. he must've been nearby the man's apartment or wherever he'd ultimately resided.
“ hi. ” he grunted 、elbow resting over fresh wound to hide it.
a little *too well to be the sort of person to be laying against a wall. “shit— man, come on. you scared me.” he doesn’t notice the injury, he’s not observant enough for that. only finding a giveaway in the others expression. —