he’d been minding his own business, headphones in, music playing from the ipod that violet had left him with. of course, his go to band was nirvana. it amazed him that he could listen to their albums whenever he wanted, he felt old already (although he’d be forever young). feet up, he tapped his leg repeatedly with his hand, in time to the music.
moments later moira entered the room; sometimes she was young, wearing that seductive maid outfit that caused men’s knees to buckle. not him, it never really got to him. maids weren’t his thing.
❝ you know, you don’t actually have to do your job. you’re D E A D. ❞














