#post: open

[spysongs]

    “do you want a drink?”     she asks,  falling into routine.   it’s easier,  like this.   to be a barmaid;   nothing more,  nothing less.   that’s what grace wants,  no matter how long she’s able to get it.   something is better than nothing.   her hands rest on the bar,  features expectant,  waiting for an agreement.

open starter.

[crrpt]

     “  I CAN’T BELIEVE   you’re  still  talking .  ”

[crrpt]

      “  IT’S FINE    ---------    i’m fine .  ”

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[ sms //  ?? ]    so a spider’s been chilling in the corner of my room for like three weeks now [ sms //  ?? ]    but i haven’t seen it catch any flies or anything [ sms //  ?? ]    should i feed it [ sms //  ?? ]    oh god what if it’s dead [ sms //  ?? ]    i’m gonna be so pissed if i’ve been talking to myself all this time  [ sms //  ?? ]    please be alive spider bro

[crrpt]

[ sms // ]:  i’m awake [ sms // ]:  pay attention to me

[crrpt]

        “  all i ever wanted was  you .  ”

[crrpt]

      ❛   just  punch me.     square in the face.     do it.   ❜