❛ you're kitten's lil' techie friend, right? ❜ she's never been good at respecting the boundaries of strangers, it shows when she slides up next to him, invading his personal space. ❛ said somethin' 'bout 'ya bein' all holed up, but he couldn't make it, so i told him i'd check in on 'ya instead. ❜ curls tossed over shoulder, prying eyes flickering 'cross the set up around him. ❛ ain't never been good with computers, myself, but ---- i'm good company, sugarcakes. trust me. ❜
he’ll get his revenge on delsin later and oh, will it be sweet. if nervousness had a taste it would be bitter like the feeling welling up in the back of his throat. eugene’s told delsin on multiple occasions that he’s not really comfortable hanging out with a single contact in that phone of his besides fetch. too bad that information was seemingly disregarded.
“ h-he told you that would be okay...? i-- uh... ” and now he’s frozen up. a breath is sucked in painfully to relieve that blockage of words in his mouth, “ i mean i don’t mean to be rude, i really really don’t---- ”
