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C-Can’t say I’ve actually s-seen it yet because I’m still making my way through Once U-Upon a Time but I’ll k-keep my eye out for when I do w-watch it and let you k-know.

So I was catching up on netflix and is it just me or do I look like that new chick on Orange is the New Black? Fuck’n weird right? Great tits though.

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Who k-knew dogs liked asparagus, or should I s-say didn’t liked if the p-poor thing threw up. I think dog’s a-are kinda weird like that, they’d pretty much e-eat anything and it’s only when they throw it back up d-do they know they don’t like it.

I was at the store the other day and a blind man was walking around with someone and a dog. The dog didn’t have a jacket on, but I just assumed it was a service dog. Anyways, when their backs were turned, the dog grabbed a package of asparagus. I didn’t say anything, but I should’ve. The poor dog probably ate some and puked.

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“Um, no M-Mor, it’s just um, shirt m-material I guess. Are you o-okay? You look like y-you could do with a sit d-down, or a nap even.”

“… that’s quite a nice shirt. It’s just, wow, is that velour? That’s so soft. I’m rambling, aren’t I? I’ve been awake on coffee for three straight days. Did I just see a cat over there?”

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Is it c-cute? Because I like c-cute kittens bu I d-don’t like cats, they’re kinda g-gross and stuff. I want a kitten b-but Kristoff wouldn’t let me, h-he hates me giving anything e-else attention.

Oh no that’s okay. I think I’m just going to make sure it’s cleaned up and take it to the vet. It’s pretty tiny and I don’t want it getting hurt.

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I’m glad I h-haven’t done t-the window thing to be honest. Because I o-only really realized I n-needed to pee a-after I’ve left the bar.

At least you haven’t done the window thing, because it can get kinda messy, and makes people look pretty stupid. Why didn’t you just pe in the bar that you were in? 

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@kae_den: im 21 in 3 weeks lol

#tw #dAD! #btwsorry life got really hectic and idk im stressing about so much sigh

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Text || Kaeden

Charlie: have you seen that video online of the guy cutting off his friends nose????? i can't stop thinking about it and i feel so sick

Kaeden: .......................... no

Kaeden: why would you watch that wtf

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I’m g-gonna hold my hands up and s-say I’ve done that a few times, n-not the window thing the um going i-into bars already drunk t-thing but in my defense it’s kinda because I n-need to pee and then just e-end up staying.

Why do people come into bars already drunk? No lie, today I actually saw someone literally stumble into our window thinking it was a door. I thought I was in one of those Windex commercials. 

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I c-can get Kristoff to chase it a-away if you want? Like he loves t-to play with cats and r-run after them but he’d never h-hurt them he’s not a bad g-guy.. Dog, t-thing.

I left the doors to my back porch open today and this tiny little dirty creature called a kitten walked in and I don’t know what to do with it so anyone interested in coming to pick it up?

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----Yeah you l-look good. Do y-you need help or something?

Ooh, okay, okay…I’m good. I’m good. I am good.

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I understand w-what you mean, the only thing t-that keeps me calm is my p-pup, like I know h-he’d totally go for any ghosts and s-stuff that try and get me. Well I h-hope anyway.

There’s a positive to living alone and a negative as well. Houses make too many creepy noises at night when you are trying to sleep.

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Kaeden sighed softly, a small puff of air falling from his lips as he looked up from the small circles he was drawing, his eyes looking at the girl for a moment before they dropped back down, “I guess s-so.” He mumbled, twisting his neck to the side as he let his gaze run across the room.

He felt slightly awkward, only because he didn’t want to be rude- To feel ungrateful in the presence of Morissey, because he wasn’t, he really wasn’t- It meant a lot to him that she was willing to take him in but he just didn’t feel like opening up, not yet.

A small chuckle slipped through his lips as he looked at her, “Me e-either, I don’t have many friends.” He bit down on his bottom lip, before running his tongue across the welt to soothe the pain. 

“I don’t know,” Kaeden said softly, “It’s nothing, I was just dumb.”

Morissey was hypnotised by the circles he drew into the table. She soon realised she was drilling him harder than she probably ought to. But what else was she supposed to do? Was there other ways to ask people how they were?

“Well… that’s no good.” Morissey admitted, her fragile hands wrapped around the ceramic. She tried her best to avoid eye contact, but she kept finding herself glancing up. She was worried about her new friend.  

“Also, I don’t mean to like, intrude… I’m a mess, Kaeden. I hope you know I’m just, I’m not good at the ‘friend’ thing…” The admission was something Morissey hadn’t anticipated, and the coffee grew red on her tongue. She looked at Kaeden awkwardly, knowing he’d more than lived his life, while Morissey, well.. hadn’t. She tried to make him feel more comfortable, a gentle smile gracing her features.

“I just ask because I want to know if I can make things better, you know? Not that I can heal bone, but in any other capacity.”

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Kaeden let out  soft giggle, “I guess t-that’s true, no-one ever comes into my h-house so I don’t have t-to worry about that stuff.” He said softly, lifting his eyes to look at her.

The boy felt a little uncomfortable under her glare, he felt like he was on trail, he was being questioned and tested and he didn’t like it-- He hated being in the spotlight Taking a sip of the hot drink, the curly haired boy moved his head lower, dropping his eyes to the wooden table, his free hand drawing a small circle on the wood.

“I d-don’t know,” He replied, bringing the mug to his lips again, “It just h-happened, I don’t remember a lot.”

“Intrude all you like, I’d much rather you than a burglar or my super.” Morissey cringed at the words as they floated into the airspace between them. “… that was weird. Sorry.”

She took a sip of her drink, and watched the boy recoil as he moved. She was no expert of the term, but he did not look okay. She sipped her coffee sparingly as she eyed him over the mug’s rim.

“It looks more than a little sore…” Morissey said sympathetically, leaning in a little closer to the table. “You can talk about the ‘how’, if you want, instead of the ‘why’.” 

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Kaeden sat almost silently, he was wrapped up in his own thoughts- He was trying to drag himself back to last night, to the memory of what he was doing before he ended up causing himself so much pain but he really couldn’t think, it was almost like a blur to him and he knew that was down to the alcohol which had burnt it’s way through his veins and had not helped to make him stronger than he originally thought.

Alcohol had become a dependent for Kaeden, he didn’t have a problem and he didn’t want help- It was something he could stop, it wasn’t a life line he was desperately clinging too, it was just something that helped ease the heartache in his chest, the bitter burning soothed his pain and helped him recover some of what he had lost.

“Hm?” The boy mumbled softly, looking up at Morissey as she handed him his coffee, “Yeah, I’m g-good, it’s just a little sore.” He said with a soft smile, “Sorry to i-intrude again.”

Morissey busied herself with the coffee. The task was simple enough, but Morissey was one of those rare few that didn’t have a part time job at a cafe when she was a teenager. She constantly worried about making them wrong. 

“Three sugars, huh? The last thing you need is a cavity, but okay.” Morissey made that horrible snorting sound she always made when she laughed, and obliged the curly haired boy. She tried her best to ignore the sound he made, and bit hard on her lip to try her best to erase the sound from her mind. She had no such luck, and she knew she’d have to bring it up. She hated to pry.

Morissey finished with  both of their beverages, Kaeden’s coffee was just as he’d asked, and looked right at the boy with nothing but concern as she slipped back into her seat. She handed Kaeden his coffee.

“Kaeden… are you okay?”

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I d-don’t like it but I’m u-used to it, I guess.

Am I the only one that doesn’t enjoy this hot weather? I don’t know how anyone could possibly be able to function in this heat.

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