@unresponse | Like an absence
He does these things sometimes, things without thinking, things where, if he could regret, he’d do just that.
He learned long ago not to think about all the mishaps he’s had to encounter in his short life, because, if he thought about it, he likely would never stop.
His pockets are full of shit he doesn’t need and he wasn’t even hungry, he just wanted to steal things because he could, because he walked around like he was king of the fuckin’ mountain, and he wanted that Butterfinger, something to drink…
And now, out of the small corner store with the buzzing lights and the bad smell, he was alone.
Mickey opened the candy bar and began chewing, walking down the street that was as charcoal as black snow and he wondered, in a moment of frightening poignancy, if anyone would even miss him if he returned.
And that’s when he broke into a dead run, Butterfinger clutched so tightly in his hand, he nearly smashed it to pieces.
He could. He could run away. He should.
Until he saw there was someone standing there, and without even thinking, Mickey, who had done little to steal the candy, threw it at the person’s head and waved his hands wildly.
“Hey! Hey! You got a fuckin’ death wish, huh? This is my sidewalk, god-dammit, you broke my train of thought.”
And he was seeing red for no other reason than, hunger and confusion that meshed together to create a distraction from a very frightening, very tragic truth: that no one would miss him if he skipped town forever.
They’d probably throw a fuckin’ party…
how funny it is sometimes that the situations benjamin usually finds himself in are so... well, LAUGHABLE. there was his sleepwalking phase during elementary school that ended with him snoring a storm to rival thor on a raft in his neighbour’s swimming pool, or getting a bit too close to a catfight in the town over’s trashy walmart ; these things find him and, while they’ve definitely startled a great deal in the past, he can laugh about them now. but this one ? oh, boy.
maybe he should have been paying attention, could have been much more AWARE, rather than nose-deep in scrolling messages on his phone — two seconds, he’s sure he saw the text light go off ! — because if he did just that, then maybe he wouldn’t be rubbing the side of his face where yellow packaging has just smacked a faint line into.
there isn’t time to laugh. no, his anger is quickly forming into some full-fledged super saiyan shit since who the fuck throws a CANDY BAR of all things ?
looking in the direction of his assailant after momentarily squinting at the sky, he barely catches the words tumbling at him way too fast.
death wish. my sidewalk. broke my train of thought.
& before SHORTSTACK can continue yelling his head off, benjamin stomps his foot and points to his ear, shouting back as clearly as possible.
❝ can’t —— fuckin’ hear you ! ❞
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