[ that was a soft scream, caren. a soft scream. it still stings anyway, at the back of his mind. not that he was an idiot or that he was never fine, because maybe those were all rather true, but the fact that— he draws another blank, as if forgetting what he was thinking of, if anything apart from feeling his irritation simmer. it is not a problem. it is not a weakness. i̱̭̠͕̱̳̻ͅt͏̩̤͉̝̙̳̭̕͟ ͇̟̲́͞w̵̫̠̰ͅḁ̪̕͝ş̹̬̤̥̰͞ ̢̞̹̭̜̯̙̥̟̠h̬̺i̧̕҉͈̲̦̩͉̹͖̳ś̻͕. ]
Sure. [ to everything, especially coffee. ] What’re you red for?
no subject
Sure. [ to everything, especially coffee. ] What’re you red for?