⠀ . ⠀

⠀ 🐕🐕🐕🐕 ⠀

⠀ 🐶🐶🐶🐶 ⠀

⠀ please stop tweeting meat after i tweet about my dogs. ⠀

⠀ . . . you can’t stop thinking about meat? ⠀

⠀ . . . um . ⠀

⠀ oh. uh. not at all, dr. lecter. ⠀

⠀ … no. ⠀

⠀ pfft— nothing. ⠀

⠀ you sure do. ⠀

⠀ heheh—- yeah. i do ! snrrk.. ⠀

⠀ . . . BAHAHAHAAAA—!! JESUS. GhHGAHAA!! ⠀

⠀ HHAHAAA— STOP, STOP ! ! ⠀

⠀ you just … you — it sounds like .. weird. like an — HAHA— an innuendo! ⠀

So I'll be the loser in this game. I'll be the bad guy in the play. I'll be the water main that's burst and flooding; you'll be by the window, only watching.

⠀ It’s rather late. Unfortunate that he can’t find sleep. ⠀

⠀ He’s picking up the phone and dialing the other’s number. Anxiously awaiting a pick up. ⠀

⠀ ❛ Dr. Lecter. His voice was quiet, almost raspy from his attempts to sleep. ❛ Apologies for calling you so late… I cant sleep and I’m not sure why, but you seemed to be my brain’s go to to call. A quiet laugh was given. ⠀

⠀ He thought for a moment. Everything had been plaguing him lately that it was hard to pinpoint what exactly was causing the issue. ❛ I have a headache, “ he noted, almost as a fact as to not imply much else. ⠀

⠀ all i can feel is obsession, disgust, and irritation. it’s intense and it’s difficult, but at the same time makes my life a little more fun. ⠀