#* v01.

[stressresponse-blog]

@memoryserved. 

  ‘ ken, hey ken, i don’t like the way this thing is looking at me. ’ he’s pointing without subtlety at the only thing around that isn’t made up of sand, a head? with one big pair of blinking red eyes. ‘ i don’t even know what the hell it is, but i don’t like it. 

      i’m just saying, maybe we shouldn’t stick around to see if it feels the same way about us. ’

[badimitation-blog]

@gnnablow.

they probably haven’t ordered enough to be sitting in this booth for as long as they have. it’d surely be an issue if this place’s turnaround was steady, but it’s not. that’s lucky for lyle and lyle’s one slice of pie.

          ‘ hey waitress, is there an actual murray who owns this place ? ’

[stressresponse-blog]

@saberheir​.

‘ you have to tell me everything. ’ 

    there’s enough space in the booth’s half circle for the two of them to sit apart, but he’s crowding her in spite of that. his elbows are propped on the chess table and his chin propped up on his hands. 

‘ i’ll tell you everything too, we’ll go back and forth, i just want us to be caught up with each other. both the good and the bad. ’