the view from roxanne’s apartment was quite nice, he enjoyed the many windows and listening to her fingers type away at her computer. ( though he didn’t understand exactly what she was doing ) their morning wake up call was taking some getting used to, the shrill and sudden noises created by modern electronics really were some of the worst sounds elle had ever heard. he’d wandered around listlessly for a while after making the bed, until he felt a restless energy settle under his skin. something akin to static electricity. he wanted her to be happy, and she didn’t ask much of him, it was hard to feel like he was helping more than hindering. perhaps it wasn’t a fair question, something of that magnitude. a question that could have the most simple answer in the word, but equally could weigh heavy on someone with burdensome thoughts. how to measure happiness after all? a thing different for every living creature under the sky. ❝ maybe I can help get your work done? ❞ \\ @agnt-roxy | ( x )