the way we mend


It’s not that she doesn’t like company, but after being thrown around-again and it doesn’t matter if she won, he’s mean- by Draaga? She’s not too keen on anything that involves her separating from the couch.

So when there’s a knock on her door, she maybe ignores it.

It sounds again. Heavy, and she’s pretty sure it’s Alex’s even if it sounds a little off.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming Alex.” She rolls off the couch, floating at the last second so she doesn’t put her elbow through the floor like last time. She lays on the floor for a minute, wrinkles her nose at the dust she spies under the couch. She should clean more often.

Tomorrow. She’ll definitely do it tomorrow.

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