“Did I leave the door open again?”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
The events that seemed to play out were slowly
become weirder and weirder. And mostly, Delilah
chose to ignore these sorts of things. But that
was proving to be more difficult; specifically when
they decided to occupy her roof. She stared up at
him, hands on her hips with her eyebrows raising
in a rather tired manner.
“What the hell are you even doing?”
“I could probably explain myself
to you in depth and detail — Or,"
Unbalanced as he should be considering the steep roof,
he stands, shingles biting into his bare feet, and smiles.
It’s all kinds of beautiful up on that roof, and he basks in it.
“You could come on up, and see.”
“Would ya’ grab me a beer while
I finish up here with this, mate?”
Gotta make sure the ice cream truck’s engine
doesn’t give out on him while he’s on a run.
For some reason he figured tonight would
be a brilliant night to be up on the roof. So.
Of course he leaned ladder up against the
house with a six pack in haul and a joint
between his lips and his eyes on the stars.
Because that’s just what you’re supposed
to when it’s one of those summer nights.
“How’s the air down there girlie?”
❝ you’re gonna get yourself killed, boyo.
at least do a sick flip on the way down. ❞
“I’ll keep that in mind. S’long as you say
I was rad even in the end, in my eulogy.”
like this post for a dog you’ll never receive and a starter
❝ — the fuck are you doing? ❞
“’M watching the sunset, girlie.”
he cannot begin to believe how stupid he is
over this man. he barely knows what to do with himself, anymore.
Well. He could haul himself over and assist in Edan’s pants hunt.
— Or just haul himself over so that he can get a hold on Logan.