belle-moore:
“…no, I know, it was a joke…it’s ridiculous so it’s funny?” she sighs and looks away, “or maybe it isn’t.” She picked up a stick and started poking holes in the dirt, she really was bad with people, it couldn’t be helped, she didn’t really have many people.
“It wasn’t a good joke.” He dropped his head, he neck having started to hurt from how he had been sitting. “Maybe I should just run for mayor. It worked for what’s his face.”












