𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡 ✧˚

⠀ and i've been meaning to you, i think your house is 𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙. . . your 𝙙𝙖𝙙 is always 𝙢𝙖𝙙 and that must be 𝙬𝙝𝙮. . . ⠀

she might be in some kind of trouble.

i've never had steak before. ( or much home cooked meals in general so she would do her best not to complain if she didn't like it ) is it like a burger?

( joey grinned, pushing to her feet ) great! i'm starving, what's for dinner?

climbing out from under the bridge where she spent the night. time to find some breakfast.

pfft. maybe. do you have any proper food in your kitchen today?

this is me being nice. ( she retorted, brushing gravel from her skin with the palms of her scuffed hands ) . . . can i use your bathroom? . . . . . . please.

she's gonna be a pro skater one day. she looked up, her mood already sour from her fall. “ the hell are you staring at!? ”

sitting on the ground patching up her bloodied knees, broken skateboard by her side.

hunt animals? i've caught a rabbit before, but i let it go again.

right. of course you are. ( just her luck to decide to befriend a demon ) and now you just live your days out here alone drinking beer?

( side eye ) what are you then?

are you like a demon or something? ( she shifted awkwardly in her seat knowing first hand how dangerous demons could be )

how come you have so much beer then if you don't need it? ( she bit into the jerky, pulling a face at the taste )

( she hopped up to get another drink, returning with beer and a couple of pieces of jerky for herself ) do you go grocery shopping? your cupboards are pretty empty.

. . . d'you want another beer? do you have any snacks? ( aware she might be pushing her luck a little )

the chocolate milk is nice. ( she shrugged ) and you're not so bad for an old man.

parents are dead. ( and her brother was possessed by a demon ) they got me into one once, but i ran off. they suck, no privacy and shit food.

shut up. ( her eyes rolled, slurping the last drops of milk from her carton) they wanna put me in a group home but i can take care of myself.