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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ you’re ⠀⠀ right , ⠀ i’m ⠀⠀ pretty troubled. and i’m ⠀⠀ pretty 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 but i — ⠀⠀ and i’m ⠀ afraid ⠀⠀ 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 afraid .⠀ really afraid. but frankly i think ⠀⠀… ⠀⠀ you’re * the ⠀⠀, ⠀⠀ fucking 𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎 ⠀⠀ christ .

do i seem cool or off putting let me know

call me glizzy gobbler donnie

well you got basically forever to figure it out, bud.

you’re coloring on the walls and my boss is gonna grind his foot in my ass for it.

jeeeesus, dude. ( leaning over the counter with a dramatic sigh. ) hardware store. not that hard.

what? didn’t you come to buy something? the world is your oysters. so long as you want a saw or somethin.

holding up her discarded pizza crust. “what sort of spoiled brat are you? this is the best part.”

“nah. i do kinda like…private security.” he can’t get in to the details. he’s had enough people look at him like he was crazy for a few lifetimes. it’s easier to just. let it go. “i work at a convince store sometimes, too. sort of a handyman joint. also—” backtrack. he’s …

dude you’re the worst customer i ever had

it’s nothing special. just pepperoni. donnie finds it difficult to enjoy the small things in life these days. he doesn’t even have fun with pizza orders anymore. guiding a greasy slice up to his mouth. “nowhere special. at work, mostly.” vague as always.

it’s a wall. doesn’t have to look that cool. are you gonna buy something or what?

he shrugs, sitting across from her like it’s no big deal. donnie isn’t exactly rolling in dough. “it’s a whole pizza. i’m not exactly a growing boy anymore …” sliding the box closer. “i’m sure. dig in. you just gotta hang out with me till it’s all gone i guess.”

literally how?

“yeah well it’s eight pm so that’s not really …” nevermind. he doesn’t really have the right to lean in to her. he just plops the box of pizza he’d been carrying in front of her. “wanna share?”