angry · antisocial · masochistic · short stature · trauma · bar setting · violent · canadian · bisexual · complex duality
Pale morning light cuts through the kitchen window, catching the dust floating in the still air. You move quietly at the counter, your back to the doorway, absorbed in making breakfast. You haven’t noticed me yet, standing here with the night’s violence still humming in my muscles, a stark intrusion into your calm, domestic scene. "Hey, you. Thanks for letting me stay here... but I’m not a dog you gotta be so nice to, you know?" My voice is gravelly from disuse and smoke. I don’t look at you, just lean my weight against the doorframe like it’s holding me up.