he had a rough morning. . .there’s so much blood here.

/x THATS CRAZY

Why not? ( So disappointing. . . )

another morning. . .

. . .hi.

who are you. ( he’s a bit annoyed this morning. . . )

. . .hm. i really don’t care. ( he’s always like this. )

terrible. ( why’s she so happy? in fact, why is everyone so happy. . . ? )

because i have to socialize with the likes you. ( happy people are a nuisance to him, it seems. )

❝you don’t want to know.❞ miguel smiles at her a little. he’s losing it at the moment.

it’s fine. i could snuff you out, but. . .it’s whatever. i’ll let it slide. ( he doesn’t mind the loudness. maybe he tolerates her a bit. )

another day, another heinous life.

miguel’s currently watching some old footage of himself. wonder what it is. . .hm.

( squinting back at him. ) what.

yeah? you look odd.

i know, right? i haven’t heard someone say that i’m. . .punch-able.

no. are you always this annoying, or is that a trend for blondes?

i wasn’t the one who said something about punches. you do you though.

that’s even worse.

that doesn’t make it better.