◟* hello hello babes — my name is diana, i’m twenty five years old, live in the est timezone, and go by she / her pronouns ! honestly, v shook i’m here but i’m so beyond thrilled to bring u my baby child talia ( which was perfectly described on the main as gentle chaos ) — honestly my whole blog is a huge wip so pls pls pls feel free to hit me up on discord anytime for anything ! i can’t wait to write with all of u ♡ @volumeupdates
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( aslihan malbora, cis female, she / her, muse m ) oh snap ! is that TALIA SAYAR ? they work over at high volume where some of the other employees have labeled them as THE MUSO. that’s probably because they can be a bit ( passionate ) but also pretty ( scatterbrained ) they’re 23 and they’ve been living in woodstock for TWENTY THREE YEARS. it must be their shift because i totally hear PINK FLOYD blasting from the record store.
( aesthetics: paint marks on your hands, smiling without realizing you’re doing it, the sound of rain on the sidewalk, lying on the grass and falling asleep counting all the stars in the sky )
she was born in chicago but moved to woodstock when she was 2 months old
her parents got a divorce when she was a year old, so as long as she could remember it’s been her and her dad
growing up she was clearly bright, loved to read, v happy, but had some challenging parts of her childhood. she plays the drums, loves art, finds any way to express herself.
her dad bought the bar when she was four, and he’s always been bad with money, but he claimed it was a great investment. yet, all talia remembers is poor memories associated with the place
TW: MENTIONS OF PTSD, OD’ING, PARENTAL NEGLECT, MENTIONS OF SEXUALIZING AN 18 Y/O
remembers being seven and sitting outside in the parking lot while her dad loudly argued with the creeps at the bar and she played with the beetles and caterpillars crawling on the dirt
remembers the one and only time she ever heard a gunshot, right after her senior prom when she went to the bar because her dad was unable to pick her up. she remembers the way it rung in the air, and the way she sat curled up in a ball on the side of the road, trying to get the noise out of her mind
remembers being nine and seeing a woman overdose in the bathroom, begging talia to make the pain stop as talia just held her hand and screamed for help
remembers being asked by her dad to walk home in the freezing cold when he was dealing with gambling problems. it was dark, and she remembers walking so fast she could barely catch her breath due to her asthma, but she was on autopilot from the fear. she was ten years old.
remembers being sexualized once she turned 18 by all the bikers and avoiding them like the plague
there’s one nice biker, charlie, with a long white beard who said talia reminds him of his daughter that passed. he’d told all the other bikers to fuck off every time they were creepy, and it’s the only time talia felt mildly safe in their presence
END TW
has a pet iguana named leia, after princess leia
has 2 twin half brothers on her mom’s side that live in chicago, she tries to visit and her mom is nice but she feels fairly disconnected from their lives due to the age difference
when she was in college she started experimenting with molly, coke, and some other drugs. it helps clear her head from the memories sometimes, and quiets her anxiety.
she’s currently finishing her phd at woodstock community college, since it was too expensive to pay for any other school she got into
she plans to move out of woodstock the minute she’s done with her degree
you can probably find her in her yard like jumping on a canvas covered in balloons filled with acrylic paint to make weird art
her relationship with her father is a little tense, but at the end of the day she’s loyal and loves him and knows he’s all she got
talia had just finished goofing off with ethan, and everything was delightful and numb and she was having a decent time, all things considered. god bless the little pink pill she took before the night began. it was giving her the courage to be there as herself, to be maybe a more badass version of talia, one who could protect her friends and help them. maybe it was that ridiculous confidence, or maybe talia was looking for something more to match the energy in her body — so when her eyes landed on nisa, she grinned. bingo. she plopped down on the bar stool next to nisa, smiling at her. ❛ hey … you, ❜ she said, leaning her cheek against her palm. ❛ whatcha drinking ? ❜
𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 : in the mean eyed cat, tucked in a shadow-y corner
𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔 : closed to @oofkemal .
her eyes scanned the crowd as her mind pleasantly buzzed, the beer in her hands tasting more like water with every sip she took. she’s trying to be observant, but talia’s brain was a bit fuzzy as is. it’s the only way she could let herself in here — to escape the overwhelming way her fingers shook whenever she stepped foot in the familiar establishment. memories were ingrained in talia’s mind of her time growing up here, every memory more painful than the last. but when she locked eyes with kem she offered up a wide grin, a feeling of euphoria kicking in as he approached her at the side of the bar, tucked away in their own little corner. ❛ hello, mister, ❜ her eyes glanced up at his beanie, slowly taking a sip of her beer. ❛ how are you feeling tonight ? ❜ talia asked, meeting his gaze again as she blinked a little to try and focus on the conversation.
talia didn’t know what was going on with her body. maybe it was the stress, the guilt, the raging anxiety that the familiar mean eyed cat bar smell that felt like it was suffocating — combine that with some alcohol, some false bravery, and a pretty pink pill of ecstasy and talia felt like her world was spinning. it was fine for a while, but now everything felt a little fuzzy, talia knew, somewhere in her head, that her heart was racing, but she couldn’t really feel it. she was grasping onto the bar so hard her fingers were surely going white, and she barely recognized the way her feet carried her to the back exit, as if her survival instinct kicked in to get some air and catch her breath. she took a deep inhale when she stepped outside, trying to tap into what she could feel and what she couldn’t. she clenched her jaw, wiggled her fingers and toes, and just as she listed things off in her brain — marty came into view. ❛ hey — hi, ❜ talia said softly, surprising herself when she smiled due to the erratic state of her brain. ❛ sorry i just — needed a sec. i’ll be back in before you can say ‘ talia i’m going to beat you in blackjack ’. because you probably will — i have terrible luck. ❜
sometimes – no, most of the time – jamie had no fucking idea what to even make of talia. it was a total enigma to him how someone who had grown up in a place like this could be so… well, talia-like. there jamie was, loitering outside her father’s bar in order to push drugs among its clientele, and she was offering to bring him a home-cooked dinner while he did it? and she was always like this, always generous for no reason at all. always looking out for him whenever he showed up around the bar. it wasn’t lost on jamie that he’d been selling more than ever and running into way less trouble ever since the first time talia saw him there. if she was angling for a favor from him, she was doing a good job, because jamie was indebted to her now and he knew it damn well.
“no, thanks though,” he turned down talia’s offer quickly, not eager to add even further to his debts to her. he felt bad about it almost immediately, though, noticing that talia seemed a little more reserved than usual, smaller than usual bright self. kind of just… dimmed. he didn’t know if maybe something had just happened with her dad, or elsewhere in the bar, or if her mind was somewhere else entirely. regardless, if she was feeling down, maybe this could be jamie’s chance to repay some of his debt; to offer her back some of the goodwill she’d extended to him. the thought certainly did not cross his mind because he felt any genuine concern for her – and jot that down. no genuine worry or care. none at all.
“i’m actually just about finished up here, so. i could walk you back if you want.” jamie hadn’t been planning on wrapping up his night for a little while longer, but he’d already made a killing and didn’t mind the prospect of calling it quits early. “and that pasta actually sounds pretty dope,” he added as his stomach growled a bit and gave him away. he didn’t have anything to offer besides drugs and company, but maybe the latter of those two would be appreciated by talia.
there’s a lot of complications in the dynamic relations of high volume. and while talia heard some gossip, knew of some things, mostly she stayed out of it to the best of her ability. at the end of the day they were her friends — the only people outside of her father in this town who she could spend time with, and prove herself to be more than just a cracked glass shell of the trauma of her past.
jamie carried around this air of mystery. his jaw always a little taut, eyes inquiring — he was smarter than he let on. kinder, because talia hadn’t seen any negative side to him. though now, proving she was useless in aiding him find his dad — talia was worried maybe jamie would bubble in resentment for her. but she snapped out of her thoughts, nodding as she jerked her head softly, beginning to walk with him.
❛ you haven’t met leia yet, have you ? ❜ she asked, her voice softening with a gentle excitement as she turned to him. ❛ she’s my pet iguana. she’s very sweet, so don’t worry. she loves making new friends. ❜
he plays with a stray blueberry that hasn’t been melted into the pancake batter, pushing it around with his fork. he should know better than to think he could sulk in this corner booth with a short stack of pancakes without talia figuring he felt off. what’s slightly comforting is that he knows, maybe, in the back of his mind, that she won’t push. they never did: she hadn’t with his paper, she hadn’t when they’d take the long way home from the drive-in after watching a movie about a child losing their mother.
it’s not that he doesn’t trust her, it’s more that he’s ashamed.
he’s afraid. that maybe, if she knew the real chase lexington, the one who hadn’t learned how to stand up to the pastor until someone else had done so first, she wouldn’t find him brave. maybe, if she new the real him, the one who couldn’t pull the grades or funds together to try and go to trade school, she wouldn’t find him smart. if she knew who he really was, the type of guy who couldn’t even be loyal to his friends when pissed drunk, she wouldn’t want to be here, sitting across from him, with that familiar small smile tugging at her lips.
the fact of the matter is that lex never thought he deserved talia as a friend. but with everyone else on their way out –––– marty, ethan, mack, blair –––– he holds onto talia like a lifeline. lord knows why she looks at him and doesn’t let him go.
“yeah, of course ––––– i felt … bad, after i couldn’t find you, considering we had a deal. that we’d both try and have fun, right?” that was before his vices found their familiar grasp and dragged him another way. “that … was nothing, i … bobby rutters,” he sighs. he’d rather not rehash the lowest lows of middle school now. “he’s an asshole, and marty and i just threw a punch or two. not quite brawl you might be thinking of. i promise, i’m okay.” he shows her his knuckles ––––– they’re not even bruised.
he manages to bring another bite to his lips, the sweetness of the syrup somehow feels medicinal to the ails in his chest. “i kind of … blacked out, some of the night. somehow ended up walking nellie home, slept on her floor. hope you got home okay –––– figure the fact that you got here means you did?” he gestures to her bike outside the window.
the shift between them is obvious — at least of talia’s end. every familiar emotion lex evoked within talia, the ones she’d laced with romance, talia was trying desperately to shove into a little box and store in the back of her heart. dreamscape had hurt enough, the last thing she wanted was to align more pain with the thought of lex’s heart seeking something greater than what talia had to offer.
( because what could she offer anyway ? a distraction, perhaps a smile. talia wasn’t thrilling or exciting. talia wasn’t confident or bold or brave. how long would someone sit by her side before the paint dried and they were gone too, and it was talia all alone once more. )
but talia painted on a smile, the only way she knew how to cope when her shoulders were heavy and her mind a tornado of thoughts — and she directed her attention onto lex, and promptly hushed her heart as it pitter-pattered against her chest.
❛ did you — have fun ? fight aside, ❜ talia asked, trying to keep her tone light as she played with her fingers. she inspected his knuckles with her eyes and nodded, as if she had given him a proper assessment. talia bit her lip, pausing before nodding. ❛ kem walked me home. got … tired of partying, after a little bit, ❜ she shrugged a shoulder, watching her fingers tear apart a sugar packet. ❛ but being among friends was fun. i liked the doodles everyone let me do on them. ❜ not a total lie, but not exactly the truth. talia wasn’t really ready to face the music of telling lex how shit her night had gotten after she saw him in another person’s arms.
WHEN MAXINE HAD BORROWED ( read: stolen ) her mom’s car for the evening, there was really only one place she wanted to go. she had contemplated going alone, but the girl’s never been particularly fond of her own company, and so talia sits in the seat next to her, a mix of popcorn and m&ms between them.
usually talia’s presence would calm max down, and her initial plan had been to offer talia some comfort. she can’t imagine having been present at the fire herself and seeing one of the only places in her life that still means something to her engulfed in flames, and unfortunately it’s this thought that maxine decides to ride on. « i just don’t get it. i know questioning it isn’t gonna help, but .. » part of her wants to suggest getting police involved, this whole ordeal being much bigger than they imagined, but max knows better than to trust authority. they’d only manage to get themselves into more trouble.
she offers talia a blue m&m. « it’s just insane. how are you feeling ? » concerned eyes are searching the other’s, hand brushing her arm gently.
talia hadn’t really known what to think lately. the feeling of guilt weighed down on her so heavily most days talia felt like she couldn’t breathe. she needed to call jamie soon — ask for more of those little pink pills he had, but how could she look him in the eyes and tell him she feared the one place that pointed them in the clear direction of some sort of chance at finding jerry ? ( could he even be found — if whatever teddy had seen that night maybe tied into jerry — how could she even ask him about that, how could she pretend to be some detective when the reality was that she was a scared little girl who just wanted to have some fun with her friends — )
maxine was a welcome distraction, but even then talia was still a little high from that morning joint she smoked to relax herself. talking wasn’t an option — so she turned to her vice. she was supposed to help her friends, not burden them.
she gingerly took the m&m offered and plopped it in her mouth, chewing it slowly as she looked ahead, mind clearly elsewhere. ❛ i’m okay, ❜ talia said, her voice airy as she blinked a little and turned to max with a more proper smile, trying to look more convincing. ❛ really, i’m okay. ❜ talia picked a piece of popcorn and held it in her hand for a moment. ❛ how are you ? between dreamscape and — and this, so much feels like it’s happening so fast. ❜
one hand propped behind them as they lean back and the other playing with talia’s hair, marty finds herself thinking she could stay like this the whole night — carefree, relaxed and with good company, there is little that can tear marty away from right there and then. “okay, okay,” marty begins, speaking through a chuckle, “remember, you asked for hard. and your wish is my command, lady talia.” their words come off as a tease, a playful smirk on their lips as they look up in thought. absentmindedly, their fingers still play with talia’s hair. “okay, i got you one —” marty begins, looking down at talia with deviousness written on their face, “fuck, marry, kill —” they let those words hang between them to raise the suspense, but it barely does since their impulsivity overtook their need for a dramatic reveal. “teddy, blair and… ethan.”
talia relaxed under marty’s easy touch. affection like this she could do — simple, mindless. talia didn’t have to overthink it too much, and she let the other person lead. spending time with marty was an escape — getting lost in their words and stories was sometimes the only thing talia could do to relax and shut off her brain and focus on marty and that moment. so she gasped when marty delivered with a tough one, and talia gaped at them before eating a chip, deep in thought as she passed the bag to marty. ❛ okay um — fuck ethan because he’s so sweet and easy on the eyes so you know … self explanatory. marry teddy because i’ve known him so long and k … iss blair, because there is no way i can kill her and blair looks like she’d be a great kisser. ❜ talia laughed, rubbing her hands together. ❛ we may as well change it to fuck, marry, kiss, ❜ talia teased, seeing as every single one she answered so far she switched kill to kiss as is. ❛ okay and for you … christian, nellie, and nisa. ❜
honestly, for a moment, christian could only stare at talia. sorry, but he was just as crossfaded as she was, arguably more, and that was a lot of information for him to take in sober. not to mention talia was clearly emotional, and he, again, wasn’t the best choice for emotional vulnerability and support. he blinked at talia, but the soft side he reserved for her slowly emerged from its deep, dark cave.
“hey, calm down, talia, it’s okay.” he extended his arm and gave her an uncomfortable pat on the shoulder. it was well-intentioned. “i won’t tell anyone, i swear on my life. i swear on high volume’s life. i won’t tell a single soul, ever. but why are you being so down on yourself? do you know how fucking lucky lex is that you like him? he would be so fucking lucky. do you know that?” he took her by the shoulders then and gave her a shake. again, it was well-intentioned.
talia felt small, wanting to cave in on herself. but christian was there — eyes soft albeit a little confused. she did just word vomit at him — and the last thing talia wanted to do was burden anyone. she nodded as he spoke, focusing on his words and his grip on her shoulders. she furrowed her brows, shaking her head. ❛ thank you — but … but no i mean — he doesn’t — he clearly just … we’re friends. ❜ she blushed at christian’s praise, biting her lower lip, the world around her still a little bit fuzzy. ❛ it’s not lucky when — i mean if he found out it could .. it could ruin our friendship, you know ? and i’d never want to do that because we’re close and i — i love spending time with him. i just — please don’t tell him. i’ll just get over it, i will. because it’s — he doesn’t … like me. like that. ❜ talia dipped her gaze down before meeting christian’s eyes again. it felt as if once she started talking she couldn’t stop — not with the way she felt numb and airy yet so much at the same time.
DREAMSCAPE WAS ONE for the books, that’s for sure, and not necessarily the history books— maybe more like the horror novels, the police records, the D.A.R.E. pamphlets, the airport gift shop erotica… one thing ( of many ) that went unresolved was teddy’s night with talia. it was WEIRD, for lack of better words— a girl he considers friend, a girl he’d lost his virginity to when they were young, someone he hadn’t been with romantically since then, had come out of the woodworks and kissed him. it wasn’t a bad thing, so to speak, but it was weird.
but something was off about her. if there’s anyone teddy knows that he needs to keep a good connection with, it’s talia. putting their past aside, there’s the looming knowledge that she had seen him the same night of the shooting. that could not be someone he loses— in fact, it’s someone he needs to bring closer. plus, talia’s his friend and she clearly had had a rough night, so he figured it’d be best to go check on her.
with two milkshakes from freddy’s diner in hand and his car keys dangling from their keychain on his middle finger, he meanders up to her door and knocks with his knuckles kind of awkwardly, desperate not to spill anything. he presses his lips together and steps back, rocks backwards on his feet, and waits until she opens the door. "oh, i’m glad you’re here. i just realized…“ his eyes shift to the milkshakes in hand. "i should’ve, like, called first to make sure you were here. two of these will quite literally destroy my insides.” a bit TMI, perhaps. "sorry. anyway, are you– are you busy? right now? i can just drop this off, if so.“
everything over the past few days had felt like a whirlwind. between dreamscape and the memories talia would have to carry from that night — the feeling of an insecurity she’d never had growing in the pit of her stomach of what it felt like to be undesirable. and now the fucking fire — an unnamed familiar face, the feeling of alert — of panic. it left her shaken up — as news spread to the rest of the employees — her friends — talia knew she wouldn’t have answers. all she had is shame for her weakness, blame for kc being injured. was she even strong enough to offer them an easy entrance to the mean eyed cat bar, seeing as it was their only clue to wherever the fuck jerry was ?
talia kept to herself the first few days after the fire ( only sparing visits to kc, apologies pouring from her lips every time ). it was a lot to process — new feelings that talia carried around with her as weight on her shoulders. if only she was stronger.
so when teddy showed up, milkshakes in hand, talia’s heart warmed. ❛ no, ❜ talia said softly, shaking her head. ❛ i’m not busy. come on in — sorry about, god the mess. ❜ talia tidied as he walked inside. her clothes were already covered in paint, indicative of her activities prior to his arrival.
teddy — another fucking web talia had yet to untangle in her head.
❛ come on, ❜ talia said, leading him up to her room on the top floor. she let them both in, stopping by leia’s enclosure and smiling at the iguana. ❛ look who it is — leia say hi, ❜ talia said with a grin, turning to look at teddy. ❛ she says hi, i promise. ❜ a light blush dusted her cheeks as talia stood up, gesturing to the large messy canvas on her floor. ❛ sorry i — i wasn’t expecting guests. was trying out acrylics again but i keep forgetting it’s not just — water, like with water colors so it’s, you know, ❜ talia gestured to her denim overalls, covered in paint. ❛ and the painting is like, kind of crap, honestly, but i — sorry — i — ❜ she exhaled, turning to teddy, her brain going a mile a minute just to stop the the memories and questions from coming to the forefront of her mind. she itched for a distraction — and there was teddy … again. ❛ hi uh — how are you ? do you happen to have a vanilla shake ? ❜
status : closed ( for @taliasayar )
location : talia’s place
unlike a lot of her friends who went to dreamscape, josie remembered most of the night. some might say it was because she wasn’t drinking but it could also be because it was the first night where she explored her own freedom and she wanted to soak up every bit of it. since it was such a rare occurrence. one thing that stuck out to her though was the conversation she had with talia. of course, they talked about the band but more importantly they talked about the music. which was just really refreshing for josie, she didn’t get to talk about music in a real way with most of her friends and family. yes, they talked about the new spice girl songs or a hymn in church but not on a level deeper than that. so when talia suggested she come over to rehearse the songs that they talked about covering, josie was practically out the door the minute she hung up the phone. knocking on the door to talia’s place, she pipes up, “hey, it’s josie! i brought the keyboard!”
the midnight goblins were very dear to talia’s heart. what better way to bond with people than through music ? and the afternoon was meant to be a band rehearsal anyway — but nisa was working a shift and ethan had run into some obligations with mack. so talia thought, screw it, and called up josie regardless. besides, they’d already spoken about some songs they wanted to try at dreamscape. better to spend time with someone talia considered a friend rather than spend the rest of the day alone. talia jogged to the door and opened it with a smile, stepping aside. ❛ hi ! come on in, ❜ talia closed the door behind josie when she stepped in, grinning at the girl. ❛ do you want anything to drink ? i made mac n cheese earlier for lunch if you want some too. ❜ talia walked with josie to her basement, the area where the band usually rehearsed. it made sense — talia’s dad was gone after three on most days, and talia’s drum set wasn’t the most mobile instrument.
there’s something endearingly youthful about the way mack shows amusement - eyes full of excitement and a bubbling giggle that seems almost a little too giddy . but she can’t help it . she feels so … naughty . situated in a corner booth in a world all of their own , mack pulls out vodka concealed in a water bottle ( a trick she saw in a movie once probably ) just for the occasion . “i figured vanilla flavored vodka might taste the best ? but i dunno .” she tries to keep her voice down so no one catches on to the fact that they’re trying to get milkshake wasted in the middle of the diner . sliding the bottle over , she speaks up to talia , “i’ll let you do the honors of mixing ‘em since this was your genius idea .”
talia kept sneaking looks back, trying to make sure no one was looking at them funny. though, it probably seemed suspicious enough through talia’s blatant glances, her brown eyes making sure she didn’t get kicked out of freddy’s for life — what a shame that’d be. however, mack was a genius, and the water bottle looked like it was actually filled with water and not vodka. ❛ oh my god, this is perfect, ❜ talia said, biting her lower lip and grinning in excitement. ❛ how did you come up with this ? god please don’t leave anything like this in my fridge — if i’m up at three in the morning i will accidentally drink it and then probably spend the rest of the night bent over the toilet. ❜ talia unscrewed the cap and took a sniff, her face immediately scrunching in distaste. ❛ how do people drink this stuff ? ❜ talia loud whispered with a little snort, leaning in closer so mack could hear. it smelled like typical vodka with some vanilla undertones, and it was vile. she took a deep breath, as if steeling herself before she poured some vodka in, mixing it around with her straw and pushing their shared milkshake to mack. ❛ okay i mixed, but you try. let me know if i should add more or anything — i’m good at many things, but mixology is not one, ❜ talia teased with a little laugh.
some of his peers have reason to avoid the mean-eyed cat, but to jamie it’s hands-down the best place in woodstock. he always makes a killing here, and tonight is no exception. he’s posted up outside the front doors, decidedly avoiding the inside since there’s another dealer in there tonight– one of the older motorcycle gang dudes who’d lose his shit if he knew some kid was out-selling him. that doesn’t stop jamie, though, and he stuffs another nice chunk of change into his bag with a friendly salute to his latest customer, grinning to himself with satisfaction. it’s a second before he notices talia, but the grin doesn’t disappear at the sight of her. “you trying to buy tonight? i’m kinda in short supply, but depends what you’re looking for.”
as much as talia tried to avoid the mean eyed cat bar — at the end of the day, it was her father’s business. perhaps a third home she’s far too familiar with aside from her mom and dad’s separate houses. so yes, there’s a pump of anxiety that flooded her body at the sight of the establishment — and yet she still knew it, the people, everything, like the back of her hand. she’d come to bring her dad some dinner — he always chose to grab greasy take out from freddy’s, but on the nights talia was home and cooking, she tried to bring her dad some too so he could have a home cooked meal.
talia’s about to go straight home to throw on her sweatpants and play some records, maybe paint, when she saw jamie out front. she approached slowly as they locked eyes, smiling at him and stuffing her hands in her jeans pockets. ❛ no um — not tonight, thank you. ❜ she tried not to buy from jamie when in proximity to the bar in case anyone decided to tell her dad about it. it was her secret — one only jamie really had any access to.
there was usual talia — the person she tried to emanate most of the time. bubbly, bright, blabbering like an idiot. then there was talia around here, where the motorcycle gang’s eyes lingered, where she was known as the owner’s daughter. she caved in on herself a little, even in the presence of one of her friends. ❛ long night tonight ? ❜ she asked. she’d been looking out for jamie for a little bit now — she knew too much of the horrors that can go down in the well kept secrets of the bar, and she never wanted jamie to have to witness it, or worse — live it. ❛ i made some pasta with meatballs at home and grabbed some for my dad but — i can get you some too, if you’d like. as wonderful as freddy’s is, sometimes a good home cooked meal is important, you know ? i try to tell my dad that but unless i physically bring him the food he doesn’t listen. ❜ she smiled a little, trying her best to attempt a light teasing tone.
