John Winston.

Tʜᴇ Bʟᴀᴄᴋ Sʜᴇᴇᴘ — [ ∞ ] I sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ·ᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. . [Gᴀʏ—SV]﹕Tʜᴇ sʟᴇᴜᴛʜ·s ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪᴄᴇ﹕

[Adrien Noonien Singh @CoaxingMinx]

“I ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ I ᴡᴀs sɪᴄᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ..”

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[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » the sound of the slamming door only made her nod and stare at his dirty spot.

".. Or let me do it.."

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » unnatural mannerisms.

"You best clean up your spot when you're done!"

Calls the brunette after waiting for John's return, »

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » saunter up the stairs.

Mimi was rather dumbfounded at his actions, but maybe she was too tired to even accommodate to his »

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » foot was constantly on the go when tapping, the pace of his consumption quickening when nearing the end—standing to abruptly»

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » of his empty stomach gave chase to John's eager hands—feeding himself as he had always done since he could remember.

John's»

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » he went walking down, staring into the kitchen where the simplified eggs and toast had been left for him.

The gurgle »

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » far from being too early, as perhaps Mimi herself had slept in as well.

The narrow staircase greeted the teenager when »

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » waking in a fragmented heave to gain a bit of air—rubbing either fixations with a balled fist.

The morning.. Afternoon..»Was

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie

"John—I've called you three times.. /don't/ ignore me. Breakfast is ready..~"

It was an unexpected beginning to a morning, »

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@NowhereTom » across at the companion he had gained.. Maybe someone good for his bad morals..

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@NowhereTom

".. Same~"

He quickly reassured when taking a bite from one of his fried fish tenders—heaving a gentle sigh when staring »

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » when you make breakfast.."

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » was poised upon the ashtray—burning away with charkovsky music in the night.

"M'going to bed Mimi.. Ring me in the morn' »

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » still, throughout the house, as it hit when John entered the establishment with Mimi in the living room.

A cigarette »

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » cardiac arrest—after the night he spent in John's room listening to radio comedy the entire evening.

It smelt like him »

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » emotion unless her opinion was involved.

Her husband, George, was John's uncle—a great lad who died recently of »

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » her toast—hues of iridescent sky blue and lips painted as red as the Rose.

She was a tough loving woman, never showing much»

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » formatted to hug her skull. The structure of his face was long with cheekbones as sharp as the knives she used to butter »

[John Winston. @FragmentedWho]

@AwakeSophie » the best she could..

She was a meek woman always cladded in black or deep navy blue—short chestnut tendrils that were »