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@adults-are-useless
Introduction or whatever…
Look, it’s basically the end of the world and I’m crashing at a random guy’s house because of it. I don’t trust anyone here, but I still want to have someone to rant to…So, might as well go to the internet, right?
Don’t try anything funny. I WILL protect myself…
Ics, ts pmo, tbh, wtf?? lol.
@adults-are-useless W-What is this?
What are you, 50? It’s easy to figure out if you actually have a brain, jeez.
Ice stands for “International Cringe Score”, ts pmo is “This shit pisses me off”, tbh is “to be honest”, wtf is literally just “What the fuck”, and even the most moronic people know lol stands for “laughing out loud”.
Now if you’ll stop bothering me, I’m going to take a nap.
[The lady carefully approaches the young girl, holding a small pre-packaged sandwich and some soda.]
Hey there, sweetie. I’m not gonna stick around, don’t worry, I know you don’t like it.
I brought you a little snack, since I haven’t seen you eat very much lately. Make sure you do, okay? Take care of yourself.
[She places the food on the kitchen table and walks out with a concerned expression, gently shutting the door behind her. Could be heard talking to another person outside, something about taking care of the children residing in the house and how stubborn the teen was.]
- @listentothecrows
The teen didn’t get the chance to respond before the woman left, instead she stared at the sandwich, contemplating whether to actually accept it or not. She walked closer to it, inspecting both items to ensure they weren’t opened.
Once she came to the conclusion that both the sandwich and soda weren’t messed with, she opened them both and slowly ate the sandwich, taking gentle sips of the soda to make it last.
Sure, she was hungry, but she also knew when to savor a meal. She also didn’t want to come off as desperate either, so this was her way of doing both.
It's been days since FEMA last visited the house and took more people away. At least the bar guy would let him rest his head on his arm...
The couch seemed massive now that he was alone, the whole living room was. It was...cold. extremely cold. Even colder than it has ever been before..
Shivering away he ditched using his coat as a pillow and curled tightly against himself, the cold was driving him insane tonight and it was easy to tell from the fact his teeth chattering filled the otherwise silent room with noise.
Face scrunched bitterly as he rolled over to face the back rest of the couch. He tried to nap at least a little...
The door to the living room creaked open, a younger girl with matted curly hair walking in while adjusting her cap. She looked straight at the shivering figure, her face scrunching in confusion of how someone could be cold in an apocalyptic heat wave.
She squinted at them, moving to sit in an arm chair by the door since she got tired of sitting on the hard and cracked kitchen tile by the fridge.
Holding her knees to her chest, she was extremely cautious around the two people on the couch, still glancing up every few seconds to make sure neither of them tried something.
As the creak resounded, he cautiously turned his torso around to see who was coming in.Those steps were much smaller, lighter than the house's owner steps.
With cattish eyes he looked at the teenager as she sat down, feeling the squint deep in his being..scary!
He tried to squint back to assert himself like his couch buddy has talked to him to do beforehand but it fell flat as he immediately felt it was mean.
Seeing the other simply seeked to rest as well, he returned to his previous position only now facing the living room out of politeness instructions of giving her his back.
The teen, however, did not drop it as easily.
A scowl met her eyes the second she saw when the cold figure tried to squint back, resulting in her thinking she had to fully glare at him now as if they were a threat.
“What? You got something to say? Don’t turn away like some baby!”
Her voice carried venom, but it shook slightly, like a wolf pup growling to ward off other predators in the night.
His eyes widened, clearly this backfired miserably.
"I-i can sit up if you'd r-rather sit on the couch..!"
His quick thinking got him to blurt that rather than his initial thought than in fact roll back arond and hide his face as he would never admit it but the sudden glare intimidated him, exhausted and miserable he wasn't feeling like standing up to a teenager, not in this scenario.
"If you'd l-like, that is-"
Curse his habit of mimicking others around them.
Her glare softened only for a moment before turning much harsher, scoffing, and turning to face the door.
“Don’t act like you’re doing me some great favor by offering. I’m not sitting that far away from the door.”
She took a deep breath before covering her nose and mouth with her shirt, making a disgusted expression and hugging her knees tighter to her body.
“…And it smells like a dead body over there…”
He sat upright regardless, making more room on the couch.
If looks could kill he'd explode at this rate! He could feel himself sweat anxiously more than usual. Goodness this teen was out for blood and it was theirs they were after!
"....a-ah- i- my bad-"
At the motion and exclamation of stench, he sniffed around himself to then smell under his arm, himself used to his own smell it didn't bother them much. But holy fuck he stank to high heaven. All that sweating and layers upon layers of clothes really did a number on him.
The teen rolled her eyes, moving her head to hide her face behind matted hair.
“..Are showers really not important anymore? Yeah, it’s the freaking apocalypse, but still…”
She grumbled under her breath, her eyes fixed on the door to avoid eye contact now.
"It-it's not that- i just..."
He was defeated at all angles, this teenager had them pinned by the scarf..how embarrassing!
"It's difficult for me that's all."
Noticing her avoidance he felt worse by how unkempt he had been. Maybe...maybe he could try to wash up like a cat when everyone else slept...mayhaps.
"I'm s-sorry i smell so awfully- I'll work on it."
Maybe he could ask the homeowner to for-rest order him some deodorant, his wallet was still on him after all.
The runaway raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to the side while thinking. This guy was weird- but not in the way that she thought. They seemed more like a weird wreck than someone who’d take advantage.
She stayed silent for a few minutes, trying to think of something else to call him out on, but it didn’t seem right anymore. After a while, she groaned and slid out of the chair and onto the floor with a dramatic flair that rivaled Shakespeare himself.
“…You’re weird. Why’d that hermit let you in? I’ve seen him turn away people with less stuff going on than you.”
At this point he was completely out of words but that last gut punch was enough to knock the air out of him
He desperately seeked any words to at least give a coherent reply to the teen but it was almost as useless as they were.
"Y-you know what? I don't know, i r-r-really don't know why he chose to let me in of a-and people despite m-my issues."
He slumped against the couch, utterly defeated.
The teen adjusted her cap again so she could lay the back of her head on the armchair’s seat cushion, crossing her arms as she sprawled out on the ground.
She felt a little more comfortable in here knowing it was just a blacked out drunk guy and an absolute wreck of a guy in the room with her.
Actually, it was kind of funny to her that he was barely arguing or defending himself. They were choosing to lose? Without some kind of end goal? This wasn’t the type of person she ever thought would last this long in the apocalypse.
“…Maybe he felt pitiful for you. I know he felt that way for me. After all, I’m just some kid who showed up at his door. Who wouldn’t let a misfit roaming the streets into their house?”
She continued mumbling, running a few of her fingers through her mess of long, tangled hair strands.
Looking back at her, her hair looked really messy and tangled..maybe...he could help with that.
his heart felt for her, after all we all needed help in the current world's state.
''...mn...m-maybe so. i have to talk with The widow for a second..st-stay put i'll bring you something.'' Without much change in his facial expression he got up slowly as to now wake the sleeping giant next to him and cause a ruckusk, he was rather clumsy on his feet from the cold, it made him move slower than usual. And thus he left, shortly coming back with a hair brush, picking hair out of it and presenting it to her. ''...i n-never learned how to properly brush my h-h-hair untill i was already older...do you....know how to brush it to g-get rid of the knots...?'' Memories of his family came back, his little sister asking him to braid and brush her hair....he wondered if they were safe.
She stared blankly up at them, her brow furrowed as she tried to decide silently whether to smack the brush right out of his hand, or begrudgingly accept it and seeing it as a peace offering.
…She chose the latter.
Though, she did basically yank it out of Coat guy’s hand, not letting her guard down even now.
“Psh- Yeah, of course I know how to brush my own hair, dingus. Why do you think it’s so long? Because I know how to take care of myself..”
The teen turned away from the other person a little, the brush bristles already getting stuck in multiple places while she tried to force the knots out with her eyes squeezed shut.
Seeing her right on nearly rip her hair out made him gasp, definitely not the way to do it! ''H-hold on that's h-how you'll end up with a b-b-bald spot!'' He approached gently, hands visible and shaking as well as he was, trembling.
''i-i was well kept before this ever happened...some things are just never t-taught by adults because they t-themselves never kn-knew how to do these...can i show you an easier w-way? If that's okay..''
She opened her eyes the second he approached, flinching away while the brush was stuck swinging in her hair as she glared at Coat guy.
It took a moment for their words to process, her scornful expression softening some, even her tension slipping away.
“..You won’t do anything stupid, will you..? I’ll defend myself if you do…”
The flailing brush was enough to make him take a step back, praying it wouldn't fly off and break something oh dear.
once she finally sat still he closed in again, despite shaky, making slow hand motions and nodding. ''I-i have a little sister with a mane like yours...She'd ask me to brush and b-braid it for her from time to time, heh..'' He gently took the brush with one hand, carefully picking it out of her hair with the other. '' Y-you have my word...'' he said with a soft smile, reminiscing of his younger days and his sister as he got the brush out. Now gently placing it at the ends of her hair, in small, gentle motions, he began to brush her hair in sections, from the bottom to the root to prevent yanking and to break down stubborn knots in her poor hair.
Her eyes remained glued on Coat guy, tracking their every move to ensure her own safety. She hadn’t felt this on edge since…
The teen sniffled a bit, wiping her nose with the back of her hand while her eyes finally glanced away from the person brushing her hair. Not even her own parents bothered to sit down and run a brush through her hair…And that hurt.
It hurt that it was a complete stranger that was showing her the right way. It also hurt that she couldn’t trust him, even now. She just…couldn’t. It was too nice; Too sudden- at least, that’s what she told herself.
After a long period of silence, she broke it.
“…Why are you doing this…? What do you want from me..?”
His brushing paused, picking up on the sniffle and her voice. Did he accidentally pull too hard? Last thing he wanted was to hurt her..
"M-me? I have no reason... I just thought it'd be nice to h-help you get those knots out..."
Moving onto the next strand of hair, the brushing resumed.
"I only want for y-you to feel better after this if possible! Nothing else...we can all u-use a little kindness in these current circumstances.."
Her fingers dug into her sleeves, staring at the ground like it held the truth. It just didn’t add up to her. She snubbed them, pushed them away, tried to keep them a distant stranger, but they still chose to do this for her..?
The teen shifted, her knees once again against her chest as she wrapped her arms around the fraying pants.
”…You’re…not…wrong, I guess…But just..don’t act like you’re doing some grand gesture, got it? I have nothing to give you for this…”
Moving onto the last strand, he sighed, smile curling in his cheeks from the memories this brought him.
"I p-promise i do not want you to give me anything...just a m-moment we're almost done -"
And like that her hair was free of matts, knots and tangles. Hell it even looked significantly longer.
"Look at how much longer i-it looks now! Heh..you sat really well, my sister used to complain constantly that i was pulling too much on her hair..."
He did not have a hand mirror for her, so he simply offered his phone's camera so she could look at her hair now.
She glanced at the phone before taking it gently, flipping the camera to see just how much better it looked. They were right: it did look even longer now. It still had the little curl at the ends that bounce, which made her actually smile. Not a small, barely noticeable one. No, it was a smile that exposed her dimples and highlighted the freckles splattered over her cheeks.
Her hair was one of the things she felt good about these days, so seeing it look so much healthier was…well, it gave her a warm feeling.
“I…wow. Dude, you’re actually a miracle worker with hair…”
She turned to face him, her legs dropping comfortably to the floor as she handed the phone back to them. Although, the second she met his eyes, she immediately cleared her throat and put back on her indifferent face, still feeling cautious about being unguarded completely.
“…thanks. It was uh…nice, I guess..”
"M-my hands aren't as skilled as they were or else I'd offer to braid it for you..but the cold makes it really hard to."
He felt a little less useless that day. Maybe he wasn't all entirely gone to waste after all. If he could make this kid smile like that with something so simple, maybe seeing tomorrow was worth it.
His smile didn't fade despite her efforts to look tough once more. It truly was a dog eat dog world out here. She simply was a survivor, and it showed.
"It was! Th-thank you for letting me do this for you."
The teen ran her fingers through her hair to feel just how smooth it was after she nodded in agreement, the smile in her eyes never succumbing to the indifference on her face.
After a few moments, she took a deep breath, almost like a sigh, before leaning back against Coat guy’s shoulder.
“…You’re still weird…but, I guess you’re sorta cool, too…”
It's been days since FEMA last visited the house and took more people away. At least the bar guy would let him rest his head on his arm...
The couch seemed massive now that he was alone, the whole living room was. It was...cold. extremely cold. Even colder than it has ever been before..
Shivering away he ditched using his coat as a pillow and curled tightly against himself, the cold was driving him insane tonight and it was easy to tell from the fact his teeth chattering filled the otherwise silent room with noise.
Face scrunched bitterly as he rolled over to face the back rest of the couch. He tried to nap at least a little...
The door to the living room creaked open, a younger girl with matted curly hair walking in while adjusting her cap. She looked straight at the shivering figure, her face scrunching in confusion of how someone could be cold in an apocalyptic heat wave.
She squinted at them, moving to sit in an arm chair by the door since she got tired of sitting on the hard and cracked kitchen tile by the fridge.
Holding her knees to her chest, she was extremely cautious around the two people on the couch, still glancing up every few seconds to make sure neither of them tried something.
As the creak resounded, he cautiously turned his torso around to see who was coming in.Those steps were much smaller, lighter than the house's owner steps.
With cattish eyes he looked at the teenager as she sat down, feeling the squint deep in his being..scary!
He tried to squint back to assert himself like his couch buddy has talked to him to do beforehand but it fell flat as he immediately felt it was mean.
Seeing the other simply seeked to rest as well, he returned to his previous position only now facing the living room out of politeness instructions of giving her his back.
The teen, however, did not drop it as easily.
A scowl met her eyes the second she saw when the cold figure tried to squint back, resulting in her thinking she had to fully glare at him now as if they were a threat.
“What? You got something to say? Don’t turn away like some baby!”
Her voice carried venom, but it shook slightly, like a wolf pup growling to ward off other predators in the night.
His eyes widened, clearly this backfired miserably.
"I-i can sit up if you'd r-rather sit on the couch..!"
His quick thinking got him to blurt that rather than his initial thought than in fact roll back arond and hide his face as he would never admit it but the sudden glare intimidated him, exhausted and miserable he wasn't feeling like standing up to a teenager, not in this scenario.
"If you'd l-like, that is-"
Curse his habit of mimicking others around them.
Her glare softened only for a moment before turning much harsher, scoffing, and turning to face the door.
“Don’t act like you’re doing me some great favor by offering. I’m not sitting that far away from the door.”
She took a deep breath before covering her nose and mouth with her shirt, making a disgusted expression and hugging her knees tighter to her body.
“…And it smells like a dead body over there…”
He sat upright regardless, making more room on the couch.
If looks could kill he'd explode at this rate! He could feel himself sweat anxiously more than usual. Goodness this teen was out for blood and it was theirs they were after!
"....a-ah- i- my bad-"
At the motion and exclamation of stench, he sniffed around himself to then smell under his arm, himself used to his own smell it didn't bother them much. But holy fuck he stank to high heaven. All that sweating and layers upon layers of clothes really did a number on him.
The teen rolled her eyes, moving her head to hide her face behind matted hair.
“..Are showers really not important anymore? Yeah, it’s the freaking apocalypse, but still…”
She grumbled under her breath, her eyes fixed on the door to avoid eye contact now.
"It-it's not that- i just..."
He was defeated at all angles, this teenager had them pinned by the scarf..how embarrassing!
"It's difficult for me that's all."
Noticing her avoidance he felt worse by how unkempt he had been. Maybe...maybe he could try to wash up like a cat when everyone else slept...mayhaps.
"I'm s-sorry i smell so awfully- I'll work on it."
Maybe he could ask the homeowner to for-rest order him some deodorant, his wallet was still on him after all.
The runaway raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to the side while thinking. This guy was weird- but not in the way that she thought. They seemed more like a weird wreck than someone who’d take advantage.
She stayed silent for a few minutes, trying to think of something else to call him out on, but it didn’t seem right anymore. After a while, she groaned and slid out of the chair and onto the floor with a dramatic flair that rivaled Shakespeare himself.
“…You’re weird. Why’d that hermit let you in? I’ve seen him turn away people with less stuff going on than you.”
At this point he was completely out of words but that last gut punch was enough to knock the air out of him
He desperately seeked any words to at least give a coherent reply to the teen but it was almost as useless as they were.
"Y-you know what? I don't know, i r-r-really don't know why he chose to let me in of a-and people despite m-my issues."
He slumped against the couch, utterly defeated.
The teen adjusted her cap again so she could lay the back of her head on the armchair’s seat cushion, crossing her arms as she sprawled out on the ground.
She felt a little more comfortable in here knowing it was just a blacked out drunk guy and an absolute wreck of a guy in the room with her.
Actually, it was kind of funny to her that he was barely arguing or defending himself. They were choosing to lose? Without some kind of end goal? This wasn’t the type of person she ever thought would last this long in the apocalypse.
“…Maybe he felt pitiful for you. I know he felt that way for me. After all, I’m just some kid who showed up at his door. Who wouldn’t let a misfit roaming the streets into their house?”
She continued mumbling, running a few of her fingers through her mess of long, tangled hair strands.
Looking back at her, her hair looked really messy and tangled..maybe...he could help with that.
his heart felt for her, after all we all needed help in the current world's state.
''...mn...m-maybe so. i have to talk with The widow for a second..st-stay put i'll bring you something.'' Without much change in his facial expression he got up slowly as to now wake the sleeping giant next to him and cause a ruckusk, he was rather clumsy on his feet from the cold, it made him move slower than usual. And thus he left, shortly coming back with a hair brush, picking hair out of it and presenting it to her. ''...i n-never learned how to properly brush my h-h-hair untill i was already older...do you....know how to brush it to g-get rid of the knots...?'' Memories of his family came back, his little sister asking him to braid and brush her hair....he wondered if they were safe.
She stared blankly up at them, her brow furrowed as she tried to decide silently whether to smack the brush right out of his hand, or begrudgingly accept it and seeing it as a peace offering.
…She chose the latter.
Though, she did basically yank it out of Coat guy’s hand, not letting her guard down even now.
“Psh- Yeah, of course I know how to brush my own hair, dingus. Why do you think it’s so long? Because I know how to take care of myself..”
The teen turned away from the other person a little, the brush bristles already getting stuck in multiple places while she tried to force the knots out with her eyes squeezed shut.
Seeing her right on nearly rip her hair out made him gasp, definitely not the way to do it! ''H-hold on that's h-how you'll end up with a b-b-bald spot!'' He approached gently, hands visible and shaking as well as he was, trembling.
''i-i was well kept before this ever happened...some things are just never t-taught by adults because they t-themselves never kn-knew how to do these...can i show you an easier w-way? If that's okay..''
She opened her eyes the second he approached, flinching away while the brush was stuck swinging in her hair as she glared at Coat guy.
It took a moment for their words to process, her scornful expression softening some, even her tension slipping away.
“..You won’t do anything stupid, will you..? I’ll defend myself if you do…”
The flailing brush was enough to make him take a step back, praying it wouldn't fly off and break something oh dear.
once she finally sat still he closed in again, despite shaky, making slow hand motions and nodding. ''I-i have a little sister with a mane like yours...She'd ask me to brush and b-braid it for her from time to time, heh..'' He gently took the brush with one hand, carefully picking it out of her hair with the other. '' Y-you have my word...'' he said with a soft smile, reminiscing of his younger days and his sister as he got the brush out. Now gently placing it at the ends of her hair, in small, gentle motions, he began to brush her hair in sections, from the bottom to the root to prevent yanking and to break down stubborn knots in her poor hair.
Her eyes remained glued on Coat guy, tracking their every move to ensure her own safety. She hadn’t felt this on edge since…
The teen sniffled a bit, wiping her nose with the back of her hand while her eyes finally glanced away from the person brushing her hair. Not even her own parents bothered to sit down and run a brush through her hair…And that hurt.
It hurt that it was a complete stranger that was showing her the right way. It also hurt that she couldn’t trust him, even now. She just…couldn’t. It was too nice; Too sudden- at least, that’s what she told herself.
After a long period of silence, she broke it.
“…Why are you doing this…? What do you want from me..?”
His brushing paused, picking up on the sniffle and her voice. Did he accidentally pull too hard? Last thing he wanted was to hurt her..
"M-me? I have no reason... I just thought it'd be nice to h-help you get those knots out..."
Moving onto the next strand of hair, the brushing resumed.
"I only want for y-you to feel better after this if possible! Nothing else...we can all u-use a little kindness in these current circumstances.."
Her fingers dug into her sleeves, staring at the ground like it held the truth. It just didn’t add up to her. She snubbed them, pushed them away, tried to keep them a distant stranger, but they still chose to do this for her..?
The teen shifted, her knees once again against her chest as she wrapped her arms around the fraying pants.
”…You’re…not…wrong, I guess…But just..don’t act like you’re doing some grand gesture, got it? I have nothing to give you for this…”
Moving onto the last strand, he sighed, smile curling in his cheeks from the memories this brought him.
"I p-promise i do not want you to give me anything...just a m-moment we're almost done -"
And like that her hair was free of matts, knots and tangles. Hell it even looked significantly longer.
"Look at how much longer i-it looks now! Heh..you sat really well, my sister used to complain constantly that i was pulling too much on her hair..."
He did not have a hand mirror for her, so he simply offered his phone's camera so she could look at her hair now.
She glanced at the phone before taking it gently, flipping the camera to see just how much better it looked. They were right: it did look even longer now. It still had the little curl at the ends that bounce, which made her actually smile. Not a small, barely noticeable one. No, it was a smile that exposed her dimples and highlighted the freckles splattered over her cheeks.
Her hair was one of the things she felt good about these days, so seeing it look so much healthier was…well, it gave her a warm feeling.
“I…wow. Dude, you’re actually a miracle worker with hair…”
She turned to face him, her legs dropping comfortably to the floor as she handed the phone back to them. Although, the second she met his eyes, she immediately cleared her throat and put back on her indifferent face, still feeling cautious about being unguarded completely.
“…thanks. It was uh…nice, I guess..”
It's been days since FEMA last visited the house and took more people away. At least the bar guy would let him rest his head on his arm...
The couch seemed massive now that he was alone, the whole living room was. It was...cold. extremely cold. Even colder than it has ever been before..
Shivering away he ditched using his coat as a pillow and curled tightly against himself, the cold was driving him insane tonight and it was easy to tell from the fact his teeth chattering filled the otherwise silent room with noise.
Face scrunched bitterly as he rolled over to face the back rest of the couch. He tried to nap at least a little...
The door to the living room creaked open, a younger girl with matted curly hair walking in while adjusting her cap. She looked straight at the shivering figure, her face scrunching in confusion of how someone could be cold in an apocalyptic heat wave.
She squinted at them, moving to sit in an arm chair by the door since she got tired of sitting on the hard and cracked kitchen tile by the fridge.
Holding her knees to her chest, she was extremely cautious around the two people on the couch, still glancing up every few seconds to make sure neither of them tried something.
As the creak resounded, he cautiously turned his torso around to see who was coming in.Those steps were much smaller, lighter than the house's owner steps.
With cattish eyes he looked at the teenager as she sat down, feeling the squint deep in his being..scary!
He tried to squint back to assert himself like his couch buddy has talked to him to do beforehand but it fell flat as he immediately felt it was mean.
Seeing the other simply seeked to rest as well, he returned to his previous position only now facing the living room out of politeness instructions of giving her his back.
The teen, however, did not drop it as easily.
A scowl met her eyes the second she saw when the cold figure tried to squint back, resulting in her thinking she had to fully glare at him now as if they were a threat.
“What? You got something to say? Don’t turn away like some baby!”
Her voice carried venom, but it shook slightly, like a wolf pup growling to ward off other predators in the night.
His eyes widened, clearly this backfired miserably.
"I-i can sit up if you'd r-rather sit on the couch..!"
His quick thinking got him to blurt that rather than his initial thought than in fact roll back arond and hide his face as he would never admit it but the sudden glare intimidated him, exhausted and miserable he wasn't feeling like standing up to a teenager, not in this scenario.
"If you'd l-like, that is-"
Curse his habit of mimicking others around them.
Her glare softened only for a moment before turning much harsher, scoffing, and turning to face the door.
“Don’t act like you’re doing me some great favor by offering. I’m not sitting that far away from the door.”
She took a deep breath before covering her nose and mouth with her shirt, making a disgusted expression and hugging her knees tighter to her body.
“…And it smells like a dead body over there…”
He sat upright regardless, making more room on the couch.
If looks could kill he'd explode at this rate! He could feel himself sweat anxiously more than usual. Goodness this teen was out for blood and it was theirs they were after!
"....a-ah- i- my bad-"
At the motion and exclamation of stench, he sniffed around himself to then smell under his arm, himself used to his own smell it didn't bother them much. But holy fuck he stank to high heaven. All that sweating and layers upon layers of clothes really did a number on him.
The teen rolled her eyes, moving her head to hide her face behind matted hair.
“..Are showers really not important anymore? Yeah, it’s the freaking apocalypse, but still…”
She grumbled under her breath, her eyes fixed on the door to avoid eye contact now.
"It-it's not that- i just..."
He was defeated at all angles, this teenager had them pinned by the scarf..how embarrassing!
"It's difficult for me that's all."
Noticing her avoidance he felt worse by how unkempt he had been. Maybe...maybe he could try to wash up like a cat when everyone else slept...mayhaps.
"I'm s-sorry i smell so awfully- I'll work on it."
Maybe he could ask the homeowner to for-rest order him some deodorant, his wallet was still on him after all.
The runaway raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to the side while thinking. This guy was weird- but not in the way that she thought. They seemed more like a weird wreck than someone who’d take advantage.
She stayed silent for a few minutes, trying to think of something else to call him out on, but it didn’t seem right anymore. After a while, she groaned and slid out of the chair and onto the floor with a dramatic flair that rivaled Shakespeare himself.
“…You’re weird. Why’d that hermit let you in? I’ve seen him turn away people with less stuff going on than you.”
At this point he was completely out of words but that last gut punch was enough to knock the air out of him
He desperately seeked any words to at least give a coherent reply to the teen but it was almost as useless as they were.
"Y-you know what? I don't know, i r-r-really don't know why he chose to let me in of a-and people despite m-my issues."
He slumped against the couch, utterly defeated.
The teen adjusted her cap again so she could lay the back of her head on the armchair’s seat cushion, crossing her arms as she sprawled out on the ground.
She felt a little more comfortable in here knowing it was just a blacked out drunk guy and an absolute wreck of a guy in the room with her.
Actually, it was kind of funny to her that he was barely arguing or defending himself. They were choosing to lose? Without some kind of end goal? This wasn’t the type of person she ever thought would last this long in the apocalypse.
“…Maybe he felt pitiful for you. I know he felt that way for me. After all, I’m just some kid who showed up at his door. Who wouldn’t let a misfit roaming the streets into their house?”
She continued mumbling, running a few of her fingers through her mess of long, tangled hair strands.
Looking back at her, her hair looked really messy and tangled..maybe...he could help with that.
his heart felt for her, after all we all needed help in the current world's state.
''...mn...m-maybe so. i have to talk with The widow for a second..st-stay put i'll bring you something.'' Without much change in his facial expression he got up slowly as to now wake the sleeping giant next to him and cause a ruckusk, he was rather clumsy on his feet from the cold, it made him move slower than usual. And thus he left, shortly coming back with a hair brush, picking hair out of it and presenting it to her. ''...i n-never learned how to properly brush my h-h-hair untill i was already older...do you....know how to brush it to g-get rid of the knots...?'' Memories of his family came back, his little sister asking him to braid and brush her hair....he wondered if they were safe.
She stared blankly up at them, her brow furrowed as she tried to decide silently whether to smack the brush right out of his hand, or begrudgingly accept it and seeing it as a peace offering.
…She chose the latter.
Though, she did basically yank it out of Coat guy’s hand, not letting her guard down even now.
“Psh- Yeah, of course I know how to brush my own hair, dingus. Why do you think it’s so long? Because I know how to take care of myself..”
The teen turned away from the other person a little, the brush bristles already getting stuck in multiple places while she tried to force the knots out with her eyes squeezed shut.
Seeing her right on nearly rip her hair out made him gasp, definitely not the way to do it! ''H-hold on that's h-how you'll end up with a b-b-bald spot!'' He approached gently, hands visible and shaking as well as he was, trembling.
''i-i was well kept before this ever happened...some things are just never t-taught by adults because they t-themselves never kn-knew how to do these...can i show you an easier w-way? If that's okay..''
She opened her eyes the second he approached, flinching away while the brush was stuck swinging in her hair as she glared at Coat guy.
It took a moment for their words to process, her scornful expression softening some, even her tension slipping away.
“..You won’t do anything stupid, will you..? I’ll defend myself if you do…”
The flailing brush was enough to make him take a step back, praying it wouldn't fly off and break something oh dear.
once she finally sat still he closed in again, despite shaky, making slow hand motions and nodding. ''I-i have a little sister with a mane like yours...She'd ask me to brush and b-braid it for her from time to time, heh..'' He gently took the brush with one hand, carefully picking it out of her hair with the other. '' Y-you have my word...'' he said with a soft smile, reminiscing of his younger days and his sister as he got the brush out. Now gently placing it at the ends of her hair, in small, gentle motions, he began to brush her hair in sections, from the bottom to the root to prevent yanking and to break down stubborn knots in her poor hair.
Her eyes remained glued on Coat guy, tracking their every move to ensure her own safety. She hadn’t felt this on edge since…
The teen sniffled a bit, wiping her nose with the back of her hand while her eyes finally glanced away from the person brushing her hair. Not even her own parents bothered to sit down and run a brush through her hair…And that hurt.
It hurt that it was a complete stranger that was showing her the right way. It also hurt that she couldn’t trust him, even now. She just…couldn’t. It was too nice; Too sudden- at least, that’s what she told herself.
After a long period of silence, she broke it.
“…Why are you doing this…? What do you want from me..?”
His brushing paused, picking up on the sniffle and her voice. Did he accidentally pull too hard? Last thing he wanted was to hurt her..
"M-me? I have no reason... I just thought it'd be nice to h-help you get those knots out..."
Moving onto the next strand of hair, the brushing resumed.
"I only want for y-you to feel better after this if possible! Nothing else...we can all u-use a little kindness in these current circumstances.."
Her fingers dug into her sleeves, staring at the ground like it held the truth. It just didn’t add up to her. She snubbed them, pushed them away, tried to keep them a distant stranger, but they still chose to do this for her..?
The teen shifted, her knees once again against her chest as she wrapped her arms around the fraying pants.
”…You’re…not…wrong, I guess…But just..don’t act like you’re doing some grand gesture, got it? I have nothing to give you for this…”
It's been days since FEMA last visited the house and took more people away. At least the bar guy would let him rest his head on his arm...
The couch seemed massive now that he was alone, the whole living room was. It was...cold. extremely cold. Even colder than it has ever been before..
Shivering away he ditched using his coat as a pillow and curled tightly against himself, the cold was driving him insane tonight and it was easy to tell from the fact his teeth chattering filled the otherwise silent room with noise.
Face scrunched bitterly as he rolled over to face the back rest of the couch. He tried to nap at least a little...
The door to the living room creaked open, a younger girl with matted curly hair walking in while adjusting her cap. She looked straight at the shivering figure, her face scrunching in confusion of how someone could be cold in an apocalyptic heat wave.
She squinted at them, moving to sit in an arm chair by the door since she got tired of sitting on the hard and cracked kitchen tile by the fridge.
Holding her knees to her chest, she was extremely cautious around the two people on the couch, still glancing up every few seconds to make sure neither of them tried something.
As the creak resounded, he cautiously turned his torso around to see who was coming in.Those steps were much smaller, lighter than the house's owner steps.
With cattish eyes he looked at the teenager as she sat down, feeling the squint deep in his being..scary!
He tried to squint back to assert himself like his couch buddy has talked to him to do beforehand but it fell flat as he immediately felt it was mean.
Seeing the other simply seeked to rest as well, he returned to his previous position only now facing the living room out of politeness instructions of giving her his back.
The teen, however, did not drop it as easily.
A scowl met her eyes the second she saw when the cold figure tried to squint back, resulting in her thinking she had to fully glare at him now as if they were a threat.
“What? You got something to say? Don’t turn away like some baby!”
Her voice carried venom, but it shook slightly, like a wolf pup growling to ward off other predators in the night.
His eyes widened, clearly this backfired miserably.
"I-i can sit up if you'd r-rather sit on the couch..!"
His quick thinking got him to blurt that rather than his initial thought than in fact roll back arond and hide his face as he would never admit it but the sudden glare intimidated him, exhausted and miserable he wasn't feeling like standing up to a teenager, not in this scenario.
"If you'd l-like, that is-"
Curse his habit of mimicking others around them.
Her glare softened only for a moment before turning much harsher, scoffing, and turning to face the door.
“Don’t act like you’re doing me some great favor by offering. I’m not sitting that far away from the door.”
She took a deep breath before covering her nose and mouth with her shirt, making a disgusted expression and hugging her knees tighter to her body.
“…And it smells like a dead body over there…”
He sat upright regardless, making more room on the couch.
If looks could kill he'd explode at this rate! He could feel himself sweat anxiously more than usual. Goodness this teen was out for blood and it was theirs they were after!
"....a-ah- i- my bad-"
At the motion and exclamation of stench, he sniffed around himself to then smell under his arm, himself used to his own smell it didn't bother them much. But holy fuck he stank to high heaven. All that sweating and layers upon layers of clothes really did a number on him.
The teen rolled her eyes, moving her head to hide her face behind matted hair.
“..Are showers really not important anymore? Yeah, it’s the freaking apocalypse, but still…”
She grumbled under her breath, her eyes fixed on the door to avoid eye contact now.
"It-it's not that- i just..."
He was defeated at all angles, this teenager had them pinned by the scarf..how embarrassing!
"It's difficult for me that's all."
Noticing her avoidance he felt worse by how unkempt he had been. Maybe...maybe he could try to wash up like a cat when everyone else slept...mayhaps.
"I'm s-sorry i smell so awfully- I'll work on it."
Maybe he could ask the homeowner to for-rest order him some deodorant, his wallet was still on him after all.
The runaway raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to the side while thinking. This guy was weird- but not in the way that she thought. They seemed more like a weird wreck than someone who’d take advantage.
She stayed silent for a few minutes, trying to think of something else to call him out on, but it didn’t seem right anymore. After a while, she groaned and slid out of the chair and onto the floor with a dramatic flair that rivaled Shakespeare himself.
“…You’re weird. Why’d that hermit let you in? I’ve seen him turn away people with less stuff going on than you.”
At this point he was completely out of words but that last gut punch was enough to knock the air out of him
He desperately seeked any words to at least give a coherent reply to the teen but it was almost as useless as they were.
"Y-you know what? I don't know, i r-r-really don't know why he chose to let me in of a-and people despite m-my issues."
He slumped against the couch, utterly defeated.
The teen adjusted her cap again so she could lay the back of her head on the armchair’s seat cushion, crossing her arms as she sprawled out on the ground.
She felt a little more comfortable in here knowing it was just a blacked out drunk guy and an absolute wreck of a guy in the room with her.
Actually, it was kind of funny to her that he was barely arguing or defending himself. They were choosing to lose? Without some kind of end goal? This wasn’t the type of person she ever thought would last this long in the apocalypse.
“…Maybe he felt pitiful for you. I know he felt that way for me. After all, I’m just some kid who showed up at his door. Who wouldn’t let a misfit roaming the streets into their house?”
She continued mumbling, running a few of her fingers through her mess of long, tangled hair strands.
Looking back at her, her hair looked really messy and tangled..maybe...he could help with that.
his heart felt for her, after all we all needed help in the current world's state.
''...mn...m-maybe so. i have to talk with The widow for a second..st-stay put i'll bring you something.'' Without much change in his facial expression he got up slowly as to now wake the sleeping giant next to him and cause a ruckusk, he was rather clumsy on his feet from the cold, it made him move slower than usual. And thus he left, shortly coming back with a hair brush, picking hair out of it and presenting it to her. ''...i n-never learned how to properly brush my h-h-hair untill i was already older...do you....know how to brush it to g-get rid of the knots...?'' Memories of his family came back, his little sister asking him to braid and brush her hair....he wondered if they were safe.
She stared blankly up at them, her brow furrowed as she tried to decide silently whether to smack the brush right out of his hand, or begrudgingly accept it and seeing it as a peace offering.
…She chose the latter.
Though, she did basically yank it out of Coat guy’s hand, not letting her guard down even now.
“Psh- Yeah, of course I know how to brush my own hair, dingus. Why do you think it’s so long? Because I know how to take care of myself..”
The teen turned away from the other person a little, the brush bristles already getting stuck in multiple places while she tried to force the knots out with her eyes squeezed shut.
Seeing her right on nearly rip her hair out made him gasp, definitely not the way to do it! ''H-hold on that's h-how you'll end up with a b-b-bald spot!'' He approached gently, hands visible and shaking as well as he was, trembling.
''i-i was well kept before this ever happened...some things are just never t-taught by adults because they t-themselves never kn-knew how to do these...can i show you an easier w-way? If that's okay..''
She opened her eyes the second he approached, flinching away while the brush was stuck swinging in her hair as she glared at Coat guy.
It took a moment for their words to process, her scornful expression softening some, even her tension slipping away.
“..You won’t do anything stupid, will you..? I’ll defend myself if you do…”
The flailing brush was enough to make him take a step back, praying it wouldn't fly off and break something oh dear.
once she finally sat still he closed in again, despite shaky, making slow hand motions and nodding. ''I-i have a little sister with a mane like yours...She'd ask me to brush and b-braid it for her from time to time, heh..'' He gently took the brush with one hand, carefully picking it out of her hair with the other. '' Y-you have my word...'' he said with a soft smile, reminiscing of his younger days and his sister as he got the brush out. Now gently placing it at the ends of her hair, in small, gentle motions, he began to brush her hair in sections, from the bottom to the root to prevent yanking and to break down stubborn knots in her poor hair.
Her eyes remained glued on Coat guy, tracking their every move to ensure her own safety. She hadn’t felt this on edge since…
The teen sniffled a bit, wiping her nose with the back of her hand while her eyes finally glanced away from the person brushing her hair. Not even her own parents bothered to sit down and run a brush through her hair…And that hurt.
It hurt that it was a complete stranger that was showing her the right way. It also hurt that she couldn’t trust him, even now. She just…couldn’t. It was too nice; Too sudden- at least, that’s what she told herself.
After a long period of silence, she broke it.
“…Why are you doing this…? What do you want from me..?”
It's been days since FEMA last visited the house and took more people away. At least the bar guy would let him rest his head on his arm...
The couch seemed massive now that he was alone, the whole living room was. It was...cold. extremely cold. Even colder than it has ever been before..
Shivering away he ditched using his coat as a pillow and curled tightly against himself, the cold was driving him insane tonight and it was easy to tell from the fact his teeth chattering filled the otherwise silent room with noise.
Face scrunched bitterly as he rolled over to face the back rest of the couch. He tried to nap at least a little...
The door to the living room creaked open, a younger girl with matted curly hair walking in while adjusting her cap. She looked straight at the shivering figure, her face scrunching in confusion of how someone could be cold in an apocalyptic heat wave.
She squinted at them, moving to sit in an arm chair by the door since she got tired of sitting on the hard and cracked kitchen tile by the fridge.
Holding her knees to her chest, she was extremely cautious around the two people on the couch, still glancing up every few seconds to make sure neither of them tried something.
As the creak resounded, he cautiously turned his torso around to see who was coming in.Those steps were much smaller, lighter than the house's owner steps.
With cattish eyes he looked at the teenager as she sat down, feeling the squint deep in his being..scary!
He tried to squint back to assert himself like his couch buddy has talked to him to do beforehand but it fell flat as he immediately felt it was mean.
Seeing the other simply seeked to rest as well, he returned to his previous position only now facing the living room out of politeness instructions of giving her his back.
The teen, however, did not drop it as easily.
A scowl met her eyes the second she saw when the cold figure tried to squint back, resulting in her thinking she had to fully glare at him now as if they were a threat.
“What? You got something to say? Don’t turn away like some baby!”
Her voice carried venom, but it shook slightly, like a wolf pup growling to ward off other predators in the night.
His eyes widened, clearly this backfired miserably.
"I-i can sit up if you'd r-rather sit on the couch..!"
His quick thinking got him to blurt that rather than his initial thought than in fact roll back arond and hide his face as he would never admit it but the sudden glare intimidated him, exhausted and miserable he wasn't feeling like standing up to a teenager, not in this scenario.
"If you'd l-like, that is-"
Curse his habit of mimicking others around them.
Her glare softened only for a moment before turning much harsher, scoffing, and turning to face the door.
“Don’t act like you’re doing me some great favor by offering. I’m not sitting that far away from the door.”
She took a deep breath before covering her nose and mouth with her shirt, making a disgusted expression and hugging her knees tighter to her body.
“…And it smells like a dead body over there…”
He sat upright regardless, making more room on the couch.
If looks could kill he'd explode at this rate! He could feel himself sweat anxiously more than usual. Goodness this teen was out for blood and it was theirs they were after!
"....a-ah- i- my bad-"
At the motion and exclamation of stench, he sniffed around himself to then smell under his arm, himself used to his own smell it didn't bother them much. But holy fuck he stank to high heaven. All that sweating and layers upon layers of clothes really did a number on him.
The teen rolled her eyes, moving her head to hide her face behind matted hair.
“..Are showers really not important anymore? Yeah, it’s the freaking apocalypse, but still…”
She grumbled under her breath, her eyes fixed on the door to avoid eye contact now.
"It-it's not that- i just..."
He was defeated at all angles, this teenager had them pinned by the scarf..how embarrassing!
"It's difficult for me that's all."
Noticing her avoidance he felt worse by how unkempt he had been. Maybe...maybe he could try to wash up like a cat when everyone else slept...mayhaps.
"I'm s-sorry i smell so awfully- I'll work on it."
Maybe he could ask the homeowner to for-rest order him some deodorant, his wallet was still on him after all.
The runaway raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to the side while thinking. This guy was weird- but not in the way that she thought. They seemed more like a weird wreck than someone who’d take advantage.
She stayed silent for a few minutes, trying to think of something else to call him out on, but it didn’t seem right anymore. After a while, she groaned and slid out of the chair and onto the floor with a dramatic flair that rivaled Shakespeare himself.
“…You’re weird. Why’d that hermit let you in? I’ve seen him turn away people with less stuff going on than you.”
At this point he was completely out of words but that last gut punch was enough to knock the air out of him
He desperately seeked any words to at least give a coherent reply to the teen but it was almost as useless as they were.
"Y-you know what? I don't know, i r-r-really don't know why he chose to let me in of a-and people despite m-my issues."
He slumped against the couch, utterly defeated.
The teen adjusted her cap again so she could lay the back of her head on the armchair’s seat cushion, crossing her arms as she sprawled out on the ground.
She felt a little more comfortable in here knowing it was just a blacked out drunk guy and an absolute wreck of a guy in the room with her.
Actually, it was kind of funny to her that he was barely arguing or defending himself. They were choosing to lose? Without some kind of end goal? This wasn’t the type of person she ever thought would last this long in the apocalypse.
“…Maybe he felt pitiful for you. I know he felt that way for me. After all, I’m just some kid who showed up at his door. Who wouldn’t let a misfit roaming the streets into their house?”
She continued mumbling, running a few of her fingers through her mess of long, tangled hair strands.
Looking back at her, her hair looked really messy and tangled..maybe...he could help with that.
his heart felt for her, after all we all needed help in the current world's state.
''...mn...m-maybe so. i have to talk with The widow for a second..st-stay put i'll bring you something.'' Without much change in his facial expression he got up slowly as to now wake the sleeping giant next to him and cause a ruckusk, he was rather clumsy on his feet from the cold, it made him move slower than usual. And thus he left, shortly coming back with a hair brush, picking hair out of it and presenting it to her. ''...i n-never learned how to properly brush my h-h-hair untill i was already older...do you....know how to brush it to g-get rid of the knots...?'' Memories of his family came back, his little sister asking him to braid and brush her hair....he wondered if they were safe.
She stared blankly up at them, her brow furrowed as she tried to decide silently whether to smack the brush right out of his hand, or begrudgingly accept it and seeing it as a peace offering.
…She chose the latter.
Though, she did basically yank it out of Coat guy’s hand, not letting her guard down even now.
“Psh- Yeah, of course I know how to brush my own hair, dingus. Why do you think it’s so long? Because I know how to take care of myself..”
The teen turned away from the other person a little, the brush bristles already getting stuck in multiple places while she tried to force the knots out with her eyes squeezed shut.
Seeing her right on nearly rip her hair out made him gasp, definitely not the way to do it! ''H-hold on that's h-how you'll end up with a b-b-bald spot!'' He approached gently, hands visible and shaking as well as he was, trembling.
''i-i was well kept before this ever happened...some things are just never t-taught by adults because they t-themselves never kn-knew how to do these...can i show you an easier w-way? If that's okay..''
She opened her eyes the second he approached, flinching away while the brush was stuck swinging in her hair as she glared at Coat guy.
It took a moment for their words to process, her scornful expression softening some, even her tension slipping away.
“..You won’t do anything stupid, will you..? I’ll defend myself if you do…”
It's been days since FEMA last visited the house and took more people away. At least the bar guy would let him rest his head on his arm...
The couch seemed massive now that he was alone, the whole living room was. It was...cold. extremely cold. Even colder than it has ever been before..
Shivering away he ditched using his coat as a pillow and curled tightly against himself, the cold was driving him insane tonight and it was easy to tell from the fact his teeth chattering filled the otherwise silent room with noise.
Face scrunched bitterly as he rolled over to face the back rest of the couch. He tried to nap at least a little...
The door to the living room creaked open, a younger girl with matted curly hair walking in while adjusting her cap. She looked straight at the shivering figure, her face scrunching in confusion of how someone could be cold in an apocalyptic heat wave.
She squinted at them, moving to sit in an arm chair by the door since she got tired of sitting on the hard and cracked kitchen tile by the fridge.
Holding her knees to her chest, she was extremely cautious around the two people on the couch, still glancing up every few seconds to make sure neither of them tried something.
As the creak resounded, he cautiously turned his torso around to see who was coming in.Those steps were much smaller, lighter than the house's owner steps.
With cattish eyes he looked at the teenager as she sat down, feeling the squint deep in his being..scary!
He tried to squint back to assert himself like his couch buddy has talked to him to do beforehand but it fell flat as he immediately felt it was mean.
Seeing the other simply seeked to rest as well, he returned to his previous position only now facing the living room out of politeness instructions of giving her his back.
The teen, however, did not drop it as easily.
A scowl met her eyes the second she saw when the cold figure tried to squint back, resulting in her thinking she had to fully glare at him now as if they were a threat.
“What? You got something to say? Don’t turn away like some baby!”
Her voice carried venom, but it shook slightly, like a wolf pup growling to ward off other predators in the night.
His eyes widened, clearly this backfired miserably.
"I-i can sit up if you'd r-rather sit on the couch..!"
His quick thinking got him to blurt that rather than his initial thought than in fact roll back arond and hide his face as he would never admit it but the sudden glare intimidated him, exhausted and miserable he wasn't feeling like standing up to a teenager, not in this scenario.
"If you'd l-like, that is-"
Curse his habit of mimicking others around them.
Her glare softened only for a moment before turning much harsher, scoffing, and turning to face the door.
“Don’t act like you’re doing me some great favor by offering. I’m not sitting that far away from the door.”
She took a deep breath before covering her nose and mouth with her shirt, making a disgusted expression and hugging her knees tighter to her body.
“…And it smells like a dead body over there…”
He sat upright regardless, making more room on the couch.
If looks could kill he'd explode at this rate! He could feel himself sweat anxiously more than usual. Goodness this teen was out for blood and it was theirs they were after!
"....a-ah- i- my bad-"
At the motion and exclamation of stench, he sniffed around himself to then smell under his arm, himself used to his own smell it didn't bother them much. But holy fuck he stank to high heaven. All that sweating and layers upon layers of clothes really did a number on him.
The teen rolled her eyes, moving her head to hide her face behind matted hair.
“..Are showers really not important anymore? Yeah, it’s the freaking apocalypse, but still…”
She grumbled under her breath, her eyes fixed on the door to avoid eye contact now.
"It-it's not that- i just..."
He was defeated at all angles, this teenager had them pinned by the scarf..how embarrassing!
"It's difficult for me that's all."
Noticing her avoidance he felt worse by how unkempt he had been. Maybe...maybe he could try to wash up like a cat when everyone else slept...mayhaps.
"I'm s-sorry i smell so awfully- I'll work on it."
Maybe he could ask the homeowner to for-rest order him some deodorant, his wallet was still on him after all.
The runaway raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to the side while thinking. This guy was weird- but not in the way that she thought. They seemed more like a weird wreck than someone who’d take advantage.
She stayed silent for a few minutes, trying to think of something else to call him out on, but it didn’t seem right anymore. After a while, she groaned and slid out of the chair and onto the floor with a dramatic flair that rivaled Shakespeare himself.
“…You’re weird. Why’d that hermit let you in? I’ve seen him turn away people with less stuff going on than you.”
At this point he was completely out of words but that last gut punch was enough to knock the air out of him
He desperately seeked any words to at least give a coherent reply to the teen but it was almost as useless as they were.
"Y-you know what? I don't know, i r-r-really don't know why he chose to let me in of a-and people despite m-my issues."
He slumped against the couch, utterly defeated.
The teen adjusted her cap again so she could lay the back of her head on the armchair’s seat cushion, crossing her arms as she sprawled out on the ground.
She felt a little more comfortable in here knowing it was just a blacked out drunk guy and an absolute wreck of a guy in the room with her.
Actually, it was kind of funny to her that he was barely arguing or defending himself. They were choosing to lose? Without some kind of end goal? This wasn’t the type of person she ever thought would last this long in the apocalypse.
“…Maybe he felt pitiful for you. I know he felt that way for me. After all, I’m just some kid who showed up at his door. Who wouldn’t let a misfit roaming the streets into their house?”
She continued mumbling, running a few of her fingers through her mess of long, tangled hair strands.
Looking back at her, her hair looked really messy and tangled..maybe...he could help with that.
his heart felt for her, after all we all needed help in the current world's state.
''...mn...m-maybe so. i have to talk with The widow for a second..st-stay put i'll bring you something.'' Without much change in his facial expression he got up slowly as to now wake the sleeping giant next to him and cause a ruckusk, he was rather clumsy on his feet from the cold, it made him move slower than usual. And thus he left, shortly coming back with a hair brush, picking hair out of it and presenting it to her. ''...i n-never learned how to properly brush my h-h-hair untill i was already older...do you....know how to brush it to g-get rid of the knots...?'' Memories of his family came back, his little sister asking him to braid and brush her hair....he wondered if they were safe.
She stared blankly up at them, her brow furrowed as she tried to decide silently whether to smack the brush right out of his hand, or begrudgingly accept it and seeing it as a peace offering.
…She chose the latter.
Though, she did basically yank it out of Coat guy’s hand, not letting her guard down even now.
“Psh- Yeah, of course I know how to brush my own hair, dingus. Why do you think it’s so long? Because I know how to take care of myself..”
The teen turned away from the other person a little, the brush bristles already getting stuck in multiple places while she tried to force the knots out with her eyes squeezed shut.
Punk child.
”Old ass blood sucka.”
Middle fingers.
It's been days since FEMA last visited the house and took more people away. At least the bar guy would let him rest his head on his arm...
The couch seemed massive now that he was alone, the whole living room was. It was...cold. extremely cold. Even colder than it has ever been before..
Shivering away he ditched using his coat as a pillow and curled tightly against himself, the cold was driving him insane tonight and it was easy to tell from the fact his teeth chattering filled the otherwise silent room with noise.
Face scrunched bitterly as he rolled over to face the back rest of the couch. He tried to nap at least a little...
The door to the living room creaked open, a younger girl with matted curly hair walking in while adjusting her cap. She looked straight at the shivering figure, her face scrunching in confusion of how someone could be cold in an apocalyptic heat wave.
She squinted at them, moving to sit in an arm chair by the door since she got tired of sitting on the hard and cracked kitchen tile by the fridge.
Holding her knees to her chest, she was extremely cautious around the two people on the couch, still glancing up every few seconds to make sure neither of them tried something.
As the creak resounded, he cautiously turned his torso around to see who was coming in.Those steps were much smaller, lighter than the house's owner steps.
With cattish eyes he looked at the teenager as she sat down, feeling the squint deep in his being..scary!
He tried to squint back to assert himself like his couch buddy has talked to him to do beforehand but it fell flat as he immediately felt it was mean.
Seeing the other simply seeked to rest as well, he returned to his previous position only now facing the living room out of politeness instructions of giving her his back.
The teen, however, did not drop it as easily.
A scowl met her eyes the second she saw when the cold figure tried to squint back, resulting in her thinking she had to fully glare at him now as if they were a threat.
“What? You got something to say? Don’t turn away like some baby!”
Her voice carried venom, but it shook slightly, like a wolf pup growling to ward off other predators in the night.
His eyes widened, clearly this backfired miserably.
"I-i can sit up if you'd r-rather sit on the couch..!"
His quick thinking got him to blurt that rather than his initial thought than in fact roll back arond and hide his face as he would never admit it but the sudden glare intimidated him, exhausted and miserable he wasn't feeling like standing up to a teenager, not in this scenario.
"If you'd l-like, that is-"
Curse his habit of mimicking others around them.
Her glare softened only for a moment before turning much harsher, scoffing, and turning to face the door.
“Don’t act like you’re doing me some great favor by offering. I’m not sitting that far away from the door.”
She took a deep breath before covering her nose and mouth with her shirt, making a disgusted expression and hugging her knees tighter to her body.
“…And it smells like a dead body over there…”
He sat upright regardless, making more room on the couch.
If looks could kill he'd explode at this rate! He could feel himself sweat anxiously more than usual. Goodness this teen was out for blood and it was theirs they were after!
"....a-ah- i- my bad-"
At the motion and exclamation of stench, he sniffed around himself to then smell under his arm, himself used to his own smell it didn't bother them much. But holy fuck he stank to high heaven. All that sweating and layers upon layers of clothes really did a number on him.
The teen rolled her eyes, moving her head to hide her face behind matted hair.
“..Are showers really not important anymore? Yeah, it’s the freaking apocalypse, but still…”
She grumbled under her breath, her eyes fixed on the door to avoid eye contact now.
"It-it's not that- i just..."
He was defeated at all angles, this teenager had them pinned by the scarf..how embarrassing!
"It's difficult for me that's all."
Noticing her avoidance he felt worse by how unkempt he had been. Maybe...maybe he could try to wash up like a cat when everyone else slept...mayhaps.
"I'm s-sorry i smell so awfully- I'll work on it."
Maybe he could ask the homeowner to for-rest order him some deodorant, his wallet was still on him after all.
The runaway raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to the side while thinking. This guy was weird- but not in the way that she thought. They seemed more like a weird wreck than someone who’d take advantage.
She stayed silent for a few minutes, trying to think of something else to call him out on, but it didn’t seem right anymore. After a while, she groaned and slid out of the chair and onto the floor with a dramatic flair that rivaled Shakespeare himself.
“…You’re weird. Why’d that hermit let you in? I’ve seen him turn away people with less stuff going on than you.”
At this point he was completely out of words but that last gut punch was enough to knock the air out of him
He desperately seeked any words to at least give a coherent reply to the teen but it was almost as useless as they were.
"Y-you know what? I don't know, i r-r-really don't know why he chose to let me in of a-and people despite m-my issues."
He slumped against the couch, utterly defeated.
The teen adjusted her cap again so she could lay the back of her head on the armchair’s seat cushion, crossing her arms as she sprawled out on the ground.
She felt a little more comfortable in here knowing it was just a blacked out drunk guy and an absolute wreck of a guy in the room with her.
Actually, it was kind of funny to her that he was barely arguing or defending himself. They were choosing to lose? Without some kind of end goal? This wasn’t the type of person she ever thought would last this long in the apocalypse.
“…Maybe he felt pitiful for you. I know he felt that way for me. After all, I’m just some kid who showed up at his door. Who wouldn’t let a misfit roaming the streets into their house?”
She continued mumbling, running a few of her fingers through her mess of long, tangled hair strands.
It's been days since FEMA last visited the house and took more people away. At least the bar guy would let him rest his head on his arm...
The couch seemed massive now that he was alone, the whole living room was. It was...cold. extremely cold. Even colder than it has ever been before..
Shivering away he ditched using his coat as a pillow and curled tightly against himself, the cold was driving him insane tonight and it was easy to tell from the fact his teeth chattering filled the otherwise silent room with noise.
Face scrunched bitterly as he rolled over to face the back rest of the couch. He tried to nap at least a little...
The door to the living room creaked open, a younger girl with matted curly hair walking in while adjusting her cap. She looked straight at the shivering figure, her face scrunching in confusion of how someone could be cold in an apocalyptic heat wave.
She squinted at them, moving to sit in an arm chair by the door since she got tired of sitting on the hard and cracked kitchen tile by the fridge.
Holding her knees to her chest, she was extremely cautious around the two people on the couch, still glancing up every few seconds to make sure neither of them tried something.
As the creak resounded, he cautiously turned his torso around to see who was coming in.Those steps were much smaller, lighter than the house's owner steps.
With cattish eyes he looked at the teenager as she sat down, feeling the squint deep in his being..scary!
He tried to squint back to assert himself like his couch buddy has talked to him to do beforehand but it fell flat as he immediately felt it was mean.
Seeing the other simply seeked to rest as well, he returned to his previous position only now facing the living room out of politeness instructions of giving her his back.
The teen, however, did not drop it as easily.
A scowl met her eyes the second she saw when the cold figure tried to squint back, resulting in her thinking she had to fully glare at him now as if they were a threat.
“What? You got something to say? Don’t turn away like some baby!”
Her voice carried venom, but it shook slightly, like a wolf pup growling to ward off other predators in the night.
His eyes widened, clearly this backfired miserably.
"I-i can sit up if you'd r-rather sit on the couch..!"
His quick thinking got him to blurt that rather than his initial thought than in fact roll back arond and hide his face as he would never admit it but the sudden glare intimidated him, exhausted and miserable he wasn't feeling like standing up to a teenager, not in this scenario.
"If you'd l-like, that is-"
Curse his habit of mimicking others around them.
Her glare softened only for a moment before turning much harsher, scoffing, and turning to face the door.
“Don’t act like you’re doing me some great favor by offering. I’m not sitting that far away from the door.”
She took a deep breath before covering her nose and mouth with her shirt, making a disgusted expression and hugging her knees tighter to her body.
“…And it smells like a dead body over there…”
He sat upright regardless, making more room on the couch.
If looks could kill he'd explode at this rate! He could feel himself sweat anxiously more than usual. Goodness this teen was out for blood and it was theirs they were after!
"....a-ah- i- my bad-"
At the motion and exclamation of stench, he sniffed around himself to then smell under his arm, himself used to his own smell it didn't bother them much. But holy fuck he stank to high heaven. All that sweating and layers upon layers of clothes really did a number on him.
The teen rolled her eyes, moving her head to hide her face behind matted hair.
“..Are showers really not important anymore? Yeah, it’s the freaking apocalypse, but still…”
She grumbled under her breath, her eyes fixed on the door to avoid eye contact now.
"It-it's not that- i just..."
He was defeated at all angles, this teenager had them pinned by the scarf..how embarrassing!
"It's difficult for me that's all."
Noticing her avoidance he felt worse by how unkempt he had been. Maybe...maybe he could try to wash up like a cat when everyone else slept...mayhaps.
"I'm s-sorry i smell so awfully- I'll work on it."
Maybe he could ask the homeowner to for-rest order him some deodorant, his wallet was still on him after all.
The runaway raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to the side while thinking. This guy was weird- but not in the way that she thought. They seemed more like a weird wreck than someone who’d take advantage.
She stayed silent for a few minutes, trying to think of something else to call him out on, but it didn’t seem right anymore. After a while, she groaned and slid out of the chair and onto the floor with a dramatic flair that rivaled Shakespeare himself.
“…You’re weird. Why’d that hermit let you in? I’ve seen him turn away people with less stuff going on than you.”
It's been days since FEMA last visited the house and took more people away. At least the bar guy would let him rest his head on his arm...
The couch seemed massive now that he was alone, the whole living room was. It was...cold. extremely cold. Even colder than it has ever been before..
Shivering away he ditched using his coat as a pillow and curled tightly against himself, the cold was driving him insane tonight and it was easy to tell from the fact his teeth chattering filled the otherwise silent room with noise.
Face scrunched bitterly as he rolled over to face the back rest of the couch. He tried to nap at least a little...
The door to the living room creaked open, a younger girl with matted curly hair walking in while adjusting her cap. She looked straight at the shivering figure, her face scrunching in confusion of how someone could be cold in an apocalyptic heat wave.
She squinted at them, moving to sit in an arm chair by the door since she got tired of sitting on the hard and cracked kitchen tile by the fridge.
Holding her knees to her chest, she was extremely cautious around the two people on the couch, still glancing up every few seconds to make sure neither of them tried something.
As the creak resounded, he cautiously turned his torso around to see who was coming in.Those steps were much smaller, lighter than the house's owner steps.
With cattish eyes he looked at the teenager as she sat down, feeling the squint deep in his being..scary!
He tried to squint back to assert himself like his couch buddy has talked to him to do beforehand but it fell flat as he immediately felt it was mean.
Seeing the other simply seeked to rest as well, he returned to his previous position only now facing the living room out of politeness instructions of giving her his back.
The teen, however, did not drop it as easily.
A scowl met her eyes the second she saw when the cold figure tried to squint back, resulting in her thinking she had to fully glare at him now as if they were a threat.
“What? You got something to say? Don’t turn away like some baby!”
Her voice carried venom, but it shook slightly, like a wolf pup growling to ward off other predators in the night.
His eyes widened, clearly this backfired miserably.
"I-i can sit up if you'd r-rather sit on the couch..!"
His quick thinking got him to blurt that rather than his initial thought than in fact roll back arond and hide his face as he would never admit it but the sudden glare intimidated him, exhausted and miserable he wasn't feeling like standing up to a teenager, not in this scenario.
"If you'd l-like, that is-"
Curse his habit of mimicking others around them.
Her glare softened only for a moment before turning much harsher, scoffing, and turning to face the door.
“Don’t act like you’re doing me some great favor by offering. I’m not sitting that far away from the door.”
She took a deep breath before covering her nose and mouth with her shirt, making a disgusted expression and hugging her knees tighter to her body.
“…And it smells like a dead body over there…”
He sat upright regardless, making more room on the couch.
If looks could kill he'd explode at this rate! He could feel himself sweat anxiously more than usual. Goodness this teen was out for blood and it was theirs they were after!
"....a-ah- i- my bad-"
At the motion and exclamation of stench, he sniffed around himself to then smell under his arm, himself used to his own smell it didn't bother them much. But holy fuck he stank to high heaven. All that sweating and layers upon layers of clothes really did a number on him.
The teen rolled her eyes, moving her head to hide her face behind matted hair.
“..Are showers really not important anymore? Yeah, it’s the freaking apocalypse, but still…”
She grumbled under her breath, her eyes fixed on the door to avoid eye contact now.
It's been days since FEMA last visited the house and took more people away. At least the bar guy would let him rest his head on his arm...
The couch seemed massive now that he was alone, the whole living room was. It was...cold. extremely cold. Even colder than it has ever been before..
Shivering away he ditched using his coat as a pillow and curled tightly against himself, the cold was driving him insane tonight and it was easy to tell from the fact his teeth chattering filled the otherwise silent room with noise.
Face scrunched bitterly as he rolled over to face the back rest of the couch. He tried to nap at least a little...
The door to the living room creaked open, a younger girl with matted curly hair walking in while adjusting her cap. She looked straight at the shivering figure, her face scrunching in confusion of how someone could be cold in an apocalyptic heat wave.
She squinted at them, moving to sit in an arm chair by the door since she got tired of sitting on the hard and cracked kitchen tile by the fridge.
Holding her knees to her chest, she was extremely cautious around the two people on the couch, still glancing up every few seconds to make sure neither of them tried something.
As the creak resounded, he cautiously turned his torso around to see who was coming in.Those steps were much smaller, lighter than the house's owner steps.
With cattish eyes he looked at the teenager as she sat down, feeling the squint deep in his being..scary!
He tried to squint back to assert himself like his couch buddy has talked to him to do beforehand but it fell flat as he immediately felt it was mean.
Seeing the other simply seeked to rest as well, he returned to his previous position only now facing the living room out of politeness instructions of giving her his back.
The teen, however, did not drop it as easily.
A scowl met her eyes the second she saw when the cold figure tried to squint back, resulting in her thinking she had to fully glare at him now as if they were a threat.
“What? You got something to say? Don’t turn away like some baby!”
Her voice carried venom, but it shook slightly, like a wolf pup growling to ward off other predators in the night.
His eyes widened, clearly this backfired miserably.
"I-i can sit up if you'd r-rather sit on the couch..!"
His quick thinking got him to blurt that rather than his initial thought than in fact roll back arond and hide his face as he would never admit it but the sudden glare intimidated him, exhausted and miserable he wasn't feeling like standing up to a teenager, not in this scenario.
"If you'd l-like, that is-"
Curse his habit of mimicking others around them.
Her glare softened only for a moment before turning much harsher, scoffing, and turning to face the door.
“Don’t act like you’re doing me some great favor by offering. I’m not sitting that far away from the door.”
She took a deep breath before covering her nose and mouth with her shirt, making a disgusted expression and hugging her knees tighter to her body.
“…And it smells like a dead body over there…”
It's been days since FEMA last visited the house and took more people away. At least the bar guy would let him rest his head on his arm...
The couch seemed massive now that he was alone, the whole living room was. It was...cold. extremely cold. Even colder than it has ever been before..
Shivering away he ditched using his coat as a pillow and curled tightly against himself, the cold was driving him insane tonight and it was easy to tell from the fact his teeth chattering filled the otherwise silent room with noise.
Face scrunched bitterly as he rolled over to face the back rest of the couch. He tried to nap at least a little...
The door to the living room creaked open, a younger girl with matted curly hair walking in while adjusting her cap. She looked straight at the shivering figure, her face scrunching in confusion of how someone could be cold in an apocalyptic heat wave.
She squinted at them, moving to sit in an arm chair by the door since she got tired of sitting on the hard and cracked kitchen tile by the fridge.
Holding her knees to her chest, she was extremely cautious around the two people on the couch, still glancing up every few seconds to make sure neither of them tried something.
As the creak resounded, he cautiously turned his torso around to see who was coming in.Those steps were much smaller, lighter than the house's owner steps.
With cattish eyes he looked at the teenager as she sat down, feeling the squint deep in his being..scary!
He tried to squint back to assert himself like his couch buddy has talked to him to do beforehand but it fell flat as he immediately felt it was mean.
Seeing the other simply seeked to rest as well, he returned to his previous position only now facing the living room out of politeness instructions of giving her his back.
The teen, however, did not drop it as easily.
A scowl met her eyes the second she saw when the cold figure tried to squint back, resulting in her thinking she had to fully glare at him now as if they were a threat.
“What? You got something to say? Don’t turn away like some baby!”
Her voice carried venom, but it shook slightly, like a wolf pup growling to ward off other predators in the night.
It's been days since FEMA last visited the house and took more people away. At least the bar guy would let him rest his head on his arm...
The couch seemed massive now that he was alone, the whole living room was. It was...cold. extremely cold. Even colder than it has ever been before..
Shivering away he ditched using his coat as a pillow and curled tightly against himself, the cold was driving him insane tonight and it was easy to tell from the fact his teeth chattering filled the otherwise silent room with noise.
Face scrunched bitterly as he rolled over to face the back rest of the couch. He tried to nap at least a little...
The door to the living room creaked open, a younger girl with matted curly hair walking in while adjusting her cap. She looked straight at the shivering figure, her face scrunching in confusion of how someone could be cold in an apocalyptic heat wave.
She squinted at them, moving to sit in an arm chair by the door since she got tired of sitting on the hard and cracked kitchen tile by the fridge.
Holding her knees to her chest, she was extremely cautious around the two people on the couch, still glancing up every few seconds to make sure neither of them tried something.
I never saw a human baby before, it's a pleasure to meet you, young one.
…What the hell do you mean by that??
And for your information, I am NOT a baby! I am 14! I’m capable of taking care of myself, and I don’t need to be called a baby by some random weirdo!
