@OhLetYouDown “Besides, that crew’s pretty much gone now.”
Lips cracked open releasing a sigh. before he added,
ㅤ“Most of ’em are dead.
ㅤ The rest of us just keep moving,
ㅤ I guess.”
@OhLetYouDown “Guess I should feel special, huh? Doc’s sending out personal deliveries now.”
He turned the bottle once more in his hand, the corner of his mouth twitching faintly.
“So, what’s your deal, choom?”
He tilted his head slightly, waiting for her answer.
@OhLetYouDown His gaze stayed on her, studying the stranger perched casually in his window. She spoke as if she knew the people around him, yet, he wasn’t exactly used to strangers going out of their way to check on him, let alone climbing into his apartment to do it. —
@OhLetYouDown “Guess that makes me one of Doc's favorite customers.”
He turned the bottle once more in his hand, the corner of his mouth twitching faintly.
“So, what’s your deal, choom? You dropped them off, yet, you’re still here.”
He replied curiously.
@OhLetYouDown David rolled the bottle between his fingers
the tremor in his hand persisting despite his attempt to steady it. Jaw tightened before he let out a quiet scoff, leaning against the table.
“Yeah? Well, Doc’s got a funny way of showing he cares. Dude could’ve just called me.” —
David glanced toward the supplies
on the table, his brows furrowing.
He could’ve sworn he’d be the last
gonk to need a babysitter.
Especially one who apparently thought
climbing through someone’s window
was a normal way to introduce herself.
—
"Mmm, sometimes. I mean, you left your window open."
She clearly did not get inside through the doors. Never mind the height his apartment was at.
"I was just asked by a 'ripper to make sure you take the meds you forgot to pick up."
Chromed-up fingertip pointing at the table —