#sameriver02.

[snipedt]

@sameriver

     “Y’know what I always wondered is, how come y’all get to poke at my Facebook messages whenever you please just ’cause you’re in the mood to see who I’m tellin to stop sendin me Candy Crush requests, but I gotta get a warrant to read someone else’s postcard?”

[jungianthing]

@sameriver

     Joker stayed at Willard’s place last night, and he was supposed to be gone by the time Willard got back from wherever it was he went, but he’s plainly still here: there’s a concentrated splash zone of mess extending out about two feet around the couch in all directions, and there’s more noise coming out of the house than there’s probably been since Willard first moved in.

     He’s actually in the kitchen, laptop open on the table, letting a playlist run through as he cooks. His feet are cold and wiggling. The sound of the front door opening and shutting makes him jump and he burns the tip of his index finger on the pan, so he has it stuck in his mouth by the time Willard’s tracked down the source of the noise. 

     His laptop is still blaring, so he tunes in. So baby gimme that — “Toot toot!” Lemme give you that — “Beep beep!”