Feb 14, 2020
@bloomtaped
‘‘ fucking two am ‘‘
Carlos groaned at the knocking on his door, mumbling all kinds of obscenities in his half-asleep state as he drug himself to the front door. Caring very little about being in only sleep pants he tore open the door to find Junnie standing there, a vacant expression. He softened just a bit, paternal affection strong for her, but still groused low and sleep rattled.
“Kiddo what, and I say this with love, the fuck.”