lest want a couple more years of learning how to stare men down from him before i fully move in on his territory.
keeping staying at mine and my neighbours are going to start thinking i’ve either moved out or finally settled down.
fingerprint pressed into biometric scanner, screen above bringing up the name and photo of the woman who yanked open large heavy door to the shooting range.
leaving door to click behind her as heels tap across concrete, stepping inside a few feet. stopping, arms crossing +
still never let him get too comfortable, always needs that edge of paranoia to get him through the day. at least once a week i threaten to take his job.
would be pissed but seeing as they are always washed, pressed and folded on hand back it’s more convenient way of doing +
terrible friend? please. you’re the golden child, could tell fury you plan to take him out he’d see it as fun.
sometimes hotels don’t cut it, the feel of your own place hits different. even if i don’t get there often. plus where else are you going to break into when you’ve +
going to pass that onto him; it’ll gain a laugh and likely a promise to scare you one day without it.
seemed only fair to leave him a knee; always the option to take it out at a later date. remembering the pain is great fear.
last time? last weekend, if i remember correctly +
even i need to do a double take when the patch isn’t worn; feels almost foreign and i spend more time with him than his own wife…
said asshole is currently in custody needing a new knee. more insulted they sent ex-military after me; not even special forces.
that double sided coin; needing to drink because of the job although needing to be sober to do said job. phones on silent, no work… for now.
we don’t need me losing an eye and making a full transformation into fury. some asshole got a lucky swipe in, couple days it’ll heal.
first person to get a coffee into my hand shall have the title of ‘employee of the month’. go, go — go.
having spent the last six months completely off the radar it feels strange to be back in the middle of things.
what to do first, coffee, emails or scream into the abyss?
|| gosh i am so sorry; this account seemed to have been forgotten about (bloody adhd!) promise to try get on here.
