[ for the night! he’s so excited he’s shaking. ]

blink. misha just shakes his head, combing his fingers through selma’s hair. “what is that?”

“ . . . how’re you still standing, then?” hand retracts. instead, it rests delicately against selma’s shoulder blade.

hacking. spitting up blood. unbothered.

i just killed so many ants . . .

i’ll cook it for us, if you want!

‘course. anything you want. pretty thing like you shouldn’t have to lift a ( finger. * )

i try. [ really, he does. if he were to try and communicate how hard he tries, it would be almost an embarrassing amount. ] ‘sides — it’s the least i can do. you want anything else with it?

put your fingers in my cage i promise i won’t bite