“gonna protect me from the weather, huh?” a small smile. eyes lazily looking to him before focusing back onto sidewalk in front of them. “a lil rain won’t hurt. i’ve had to sleep in it and stuffs like that. … but thanks for coming.” in truth, it did give her a sense of safety. - -

you would do that? 🥹

smacking her lips before robotically turning on her heel. he doesn’t have to ask her twice. “sounds good to me! it’s not much. it all fits in the backpack i keep in there, so… shouldn’t be a hassle at all.” shoving her hands into her pockets before pressing off towards the alley way where her - -

i dropped my camels bro i’m gonna uuuUUUUUUGHHHHH.

god, i’d probably die so easily in a horror movie…

eh? ( tilting their head, hand raising a lightly touching her wound. ) oh. well, uh. that's not good. oopsies! what would i do without you? ( promptly waddling over and leaning over, pulling on her hat slightly to expose the wound. )

i didn’t think about it. ( standing back up. blood dripping from the back of her head. ) my head really hurts though.

i couldn’t be a sugar mama because i’m broke. and i’d lowkey hoard that money to myself. i just want moneyyyy… ( falling backwards to the ground. )

i know a girl but i kinda hate her guts and would never recommend you contact her.

you’re rich and want a sugar mama. your greed knows no bounds…

maybe i should sign up for feetfinder

well. what are they?

yeah.

any rich people looking for a baddie with a fattie

yeah, but you’re not gonna gimme money, so. i’ll start my hunt right now.

siiiighhhh…. someone will one day. i just have to find a rich dude with no personality.

sigh… one of these days someone will recognize my worth and pay me oh so handsomely.

stretching like a cat.

“i don’t really feel like sleeping in my tent tonight.” a hand raises, rubbing the sleeve of her jacket in a sort of self-soothing motion. “so, as soon as possible would be nice… it’s supposed to rain and it always manages to leak into my tent somehow. it’s a pain.” of course, she’d like to-

robot- yeah, hard pass- i have NO clue about anything to do with robots… except the movie terminator.

yeah. i know. fucked up, ain’t it?

im not paid enough to be here

( raising her eyebrow. ) “uhuh… you got anything going on?”

“.. uh.. you good?”

‎ ‎ 𝙰 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. ‎ ‎

a hum. not one that’d seem too excited, nor even acknowledging. it sounded near lifeless, so short, so.. defensive. a part of a game she’s played time and time again. “again, i don’t have much to move. hell, i could probably fit it all in a backpack.” a smile tugs at her lips, this one seeming -

i’m so high it isn’t even fun.

blinking. her stare now fixating on his hand. confused for a few seconds, unsure of what exactly it was he was doing. it would click eventually. her tired and half-lidded eyes widening for a moment before lazily bending her arm, gently and hazily taking his hand. “friends…” a light, weak shake. -

doomer wave hell yea

rolling up, sitting atop wet concrete as she stares to the led and neon lights polluting the sky. she found a decent place to camp out for the night. a small alley, tucked away between two office buildings. shaky hand raising the joint to her lips as the other fetches her lighter.

“can’t wait to see it. anything’s better than sleeping on the concrete… or a shelter, but i don’t really like those.” hand raising, harshly scratching behind her ear. she shivers before moving to zip up her jacket. “i guess i’d just… do chores while your away? i mean, -

dude. what the hell.

they call me the gawk gawk 3000

it never lies.

yeah- i was making a self-deprecating joke. i usually don't eat breakfast.

that’s what it told me.

five.

i can still eat it when i’m awake. look, i’ll make eggs right now.

what’s breakfast

i dunno.. i’ll have to ask the hexagon.

hm. i must consult the hexagon.

( she’s making him a simple turkey sandwich, even going out of her way to cut up a tomato and onions. spreading mayo onto the bread, layering the meat and veggies atop. popping it into the toaster oven, just to heat it up a bit. ) if you don’t eat it, i’m gonna be pissed.

i don’t care. i’m making you something. ( off to the kitchen she goes- )

…. move. i’m making you something to eat.

dude, you say that aaaall the time. you sure i can’t like— make you a sandwich or something? like, i can do stuff for you too, man..

seems like that’s just how it goes, huh? um.. anything i could probably do? to make it better, i mean.

oh, cool. as long as it’s neat. um. so, like. what’s going on?

okay and what about it?

yeah, its part of my charm.