[it doesn't feel like his brother's arm; it lingers too long, it's too gentle, it's too strong, not Nails-sharp, brother-rough and jostling. he doesn't want to push it off, to stop the impending too-hard hair scruff, to bitch aw knock it off a'ready! because he was just doing it to embarrass him anyway, the stupid grinning idiot]
[he blurts, messy and catching, fish-hooked breaths]
I don't -- I don't know --
[where he is, if he's okay, why this shitty coat was sent, what to do, where to go from here, how to walk with a chest all full of hate and hollows alternating]
[he finishes all wrong, petulantly and disjointed]
Re: action mofo
[he blurts, messy and catching, fish-hooked breaths]
I don't -- I don't know --
[where he is, if he's okay, why this shitty coat was sent, what to do, where to go from here, how to walk with a chest all full of hate and hollows alternating]
[he finishes all wrong, petulantly and disjointed]
-- it wasn't even August, it w-was fuckin' March.