fine. what do you need?

you are hitting me with rocks.

please don't!

she has fallen asleep in the meat shed.

how do I tell them i absolutely do not want to fucking celebrate Christmas

yes. Christmas.

i need them to shut up about it

no. I don't— we can't have you sick.

it was very fucking cold last night and I had nobody to hold me. Shauna Shipman public Enemy number 1 I guess. fuck you guys.

riddled with bacteria. you shouldn't eat raw.

knees make a dent in snow beneath. if she pushed her bare fingers in the snow and let them sit, would she feel something?

give it to me

hands the ( *reader ) makeshift fingerless gloves for winter.

unsure of the other's hand size she hopes they fit. though, they might be a little too big. you can only do so much with a sock.