“ and i’m just , like , over it , you know ? like ... i’m just, like ... like, this is exhausting. you know ? ” a long suffering sigh succeeds the taylor swift reference, thin fingers toying idly with his hair. bracing a foot against the desk, he pushes until the chair is balancing precariously on its back legs. the old chair creaks beneath the uneven distribution of weight, like sirens before a tornado and he’s content to be swept away. “ i’m tired of the fighting. it’s not even worth it anymore. i’m so tired of feeling hurt and rejected by someone who i thought i’d be with forever. & i’d just rather , like , if we’re done , she just SAID SO. like , it shouldn’t be this hard. it’s fine if you like someone else , just be upfront about it , right ? don’t waste my time. i deserve to spend my nights with someone who values me just as much as i value them , you know ? not a –––– a c a t who’d rather sleep in my roomate’s bed than mine ! ” reaching a tentative conclusion to his tippi rant , eli lets out the huff that broke the camel’s back ; or his, depending on where you’re standing. it’s the simple expulsion of air that tips the chair’s scales and send him falling. “ wh –––– shit , shit , going down , going down !!! ” the erratic flailing of arms does nothing but push him back faster, sending him tumbling to the ground with an inhuman screech. the world turns several times before it rights itself, and he quickly scrambles onto uneven footing , waving an accusatory arm around the space. “ THERE’S A GHOST IN THE OFFICE ! ”
