@roxieblcke.
there was no part of him that wanted to drive out to the shack of a house he shared with his old man, and it’s this reason that has his tires peeling off in the opposite direction when faced with a fork in the road. he pulls up to another house, nearly just as familiar and parks in the driveway. con has never knocked, and doesn’t start now. “rox,” he calls out when he comes inside and he tosses a bag of bootleggers takeaway on the kitchen counter.












